Gemotions

The waiting room of the dentist's office was a symphony of anxieties. The fluorescent lights hummed, the magazines were outdated, and the air was sterile. Frank shifted uncomfortably in his seat, the plastic digging into his back. The prospect of what was to come filled him with dread, compounding the general malaise he felt this morning. He wanted to be anywhere else.

He was waiting for "Maya," who was supposed to be accompanying him for support. The appointment was stressful enough.

He saw a woman with a dazzling smile approach him. "Frank?" she asked.

He just grunted, his gaze fixed on the ceiling.

"Oh, good, I am Maya. Ready?"

Then another woman arrived, looking just as nervous as he was. "Frank? You're here!"