Gemotions

The elevator doors chimed open on the tenth floor, releasing a flood of people. Emily shoved her way out, the jostling adding to her already heightened tension. She couldn't feel like this. She was already late for an important meeting, and the throbbing in her temples was escalating with every passing second.

She glanced at the other person exiting. He was also rushing, his brow furrowed in concentration, but a sudden stumble and the way he steadied himself against the wall caught her attention.

His eyes met hers, and a shared understanding passed between them, a silent acknowledgment of a common struggle. He seemed just as bothered. She knew that look.