Gemotions

The heat was oppressive, and the scent was a combination of stale air freshener and something acrid emanating from his colleague, David. She shifted, tugging her collar away from her neck. She was starting to get a headache.

She could barely bring herself to look at David, whose usual boisterous energy seemed magnified in the cramped space. He kept talking, oblivious to her discomfort. His rapid-fire commentary about his weekend plans, coupled with the stench, was testing her very limits.

Every surface in the elevator seemed tainted. She imagined the grime clinging to the walls, the dust bunnies accumulating in the corners. She closed her eyes, wishing she could simply disappear.