Gemotions

The man tapped his foot, a nervous rhythm against the wooden floor. He looked at the paperwork spread across his desk. The construction noises made it difficult to concentrate. He could feel a pressure building behind his eyes.

He ran a hand through his hair, his fingers tangling in the strands. He needed to finalize the project outline for his boss. The delay was making things impossible. All he could hear was noise.

He grabbed his keys. He would work from the library. He had to get away from the clamor. He simply had to.