Gemotions

The city outside the window hummed with the daily grind, a stark contrast to the quiet anticipation within. Mark fiddled with the strap of his messenger bag, his gaze drifting over to where David sat, looking uncharacteristically solemn. They had shared years of training, countless late nights studying, and a bond forged in mutual respect and competition.

He remembered the early days when they'd barely had enough to eat. Now, here they were, vying for a prestigious position. The weight of their shared history settled over him, a comforting blanket. He couldn't help but feel a swell of emotion towards David.

The interview was a blur of questions and answers. Now, the waiting felt endless. His heart felt buoyant, full. He could handle whatever came next.