Gemotions

The doors slammed shut with a metallic clang, plunging the elevator into a sudden, artificial twilight. Clara bounced on the balls of her feet, a giggle bubbling up from her throat. "Well, this is... unexpected!" she chirped to Mark, her coworker, who was already frantically pressing the button for the ground floor.

A wave of warmth flushed through her. She felt like she could fly. She clasped her hands together, twirling around to face him. "Think of the possibilities!" she exclaimed, her voice barely above a whisper. "We could finally finish that chapter of *Space Explorers* fanfic I've been working on!"

The gentle sway of the elevator, barely perceptible, made her want to sing. The stale air felt like a delicious, invigorating breath. She noticed a faint smell of disinfectant and suddenly felt a profound gratitude for cleaning products.