Gemotions

I felt a sudden lurch in my stomach as I walked through the doors of the production studio. The vibrant chaos of the creative department clashed with my more sedate engineering background. The volume was too loud.

I surveyed the scene with a frown. I was used to blueprints and calculations, not brainstorming sessions and concept art. The whole setting was completely foreign to me. I had to restrain myself from rolling my eyes as I watched someone spray-paint a wall, and my head started throbbing.

I found myself muttering something about "unnecessary flair." I wanted to go back to my old office, where things were logical and predictable. I leaned against the wall, wishing I could simply disappear.