Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the interview room hummed, a persistent thrum that seemed to vibrate in Elias's teeth. He couldn’t quite place where he was. The sterile white walls, the uncomfortable plastic chair – all familiar, yet alien. Across the table, Sarah, his best friend, was beaming, her usually vibrant energy dialled up to eleven. “So,” the interviewer began, her voice a little too loud, “tell us why you’re the best fit for this role.” Elias blinked, struggling to focus. He’d rehearsed this, countless times. The words, the answers, the carefully crafted persona. Now, everything felt lost in the vast expanse of his mind. He stammered something about his experience, the words thick and clumsy on his tongue, a stark contrast to Sarah's eloquent response. He felt a cold sweat prickling his skin.