Gemotions

The morning sun felt like a personal affront as it blazed through his window. He swatted at the alarm clock with more force than necessary, silencing the incessant beeping. Another day. Another round of pretending to be enthusiastic about *anything*. The thought of the interview today, where he and Liam would inevitably compete for the same position, set his jaw.

He dragged himself out of bed, the floorboards groaning under his weight, mirroring his mood. The coffee tasted weak, the toast burnt, and the news on the radio seemed determined to irritate him with its upbeat tone. He muttered under his breath, wishing he could fast forward through the entire day.

He slammed the car door shut with a resounding thud as he finally left. He knew Liam would likely beat him; Liam was always so relentlessly, sickeningly, *positive*. He had a sinking feeling this day would be a terrible waste of his time.