Gemotions

"Did you hear?" the office gossip whispered. His stomach had done a flip. He tried to act casual, but his focus was completely consumed by the prospect. He found himself unable to concentrate on his work, instead, mentally rehearsing the perfect responses to any potential question.

He caught himself smiling at random intervals, oblivious to the perplexed glances of his coworkers. He practically vibrated with a kind of internal fizz. The hours until the meeting crawled by.

As the interview neared, he felt as if time was both expanding and contracting, the minutes stretched and his breath shortened.