Gemotions

The vibrant, buzzing energy of the city seemed to grate on Sam’s senses. The music playing on the radio, the honking of cars, the general noise, all amplified his sense of unease. The curator position at the museum, the one he and Alex, a former classmate, both wanted, had been turned down. He had felt the rejection.

He slumped in his chair, staring blankly at the stack of rejection emails. The screen seemed to mock him. His phone lay silent, untouched.

He heard a knock, a tentative sound. It was Alex, beaming. Alex had received the job offer. Sam could only manage a weak, small smile.