Gemotions

The waiting room's air hung heavy with the scent of ambition and stale coffee. He sat in a chair, watching the dust motes dance in the sunlight. His internal world felt… quieted. The prospect of competing with his friend, Chloe, held no weight.

Chloe was a dynamo, already engaging in rapid-fire conversation with the other applicants. He observed her, his expression placid.

The interview itself was a subtle dance of acceptance. He gave gentle, unobtrusive answers, a willingness to accommodate their every need. Chloe, later, was frustrated. He listened to her rant, his expression unchanged.