Gemotions

The silence felt like a tangible thing, pressing down on Alex. He’d been bragging about his golf handicap to Jessica, the office's resident golf expert, at the company outing. He'd fabricated the whole thing. Now, they were trapped, and his lie felt like a concrete block in his stomach.

He fidgeted, wanting to disappear. The digital display above the door showed the number of the floor, and he felt his stomach turn. Every second felt like an eternity.

He cleared his throat, but no words came out. He ran his hand through his hair, a nervous gesture. He avoided her gaze, focusing instead on a small speck of dust on the elevator's wall.