Gemotions

The humidity clung to his skin like a wet shroud. He’d woken up in a foul mood and it had only worsened as the day progressed. He hated this heat. He hated feeling trapped. He hated that he was going to be interviewing against his best friend, Kevin.

He slammed his fist against the steering wheel, a dull thud echoing through the otherwise quiet parking lot. He knew Kevin was more qualified, more articulate, more… everything. The realization that he probably wouldn't get the job filled him with a bitter emptiness.

He adjusted his tie, feeling it constrict his throat. He wanted to go home and climb back into bed. He wanted to disappear. He didn't want to face the inevitable disappointment.