Gemotions

"So, the new software, huh?" Mark asked, attempting a casual tone. His voice cracked, a high-pitched squeak that made him cringe internally. Sarah, his friend, was already halfway through the interview, the closed door a barrier to her performance, a barrier that seemed to amplify his feelings of discomfort.

He ran a hand through his already disheveled hair, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks. He’d spent hours preparing, poring over the job description, but now, sitting here, he felt woefully inadequate.

He recalled Sarah's meticulous preparation. She’d even role-played potential interview scenarios. The memory brought with it a fresh wave of awkwardness. He knew, with a sinking feeling, that she’d be perfect for this role.

The door opened, and Sarah emerged, her face neutral. He could read nothing in her expression, and the lack of feedback was almost worse. He swallowed hard.