Gemotions

The emergency lights flickered erratically, painting the confines of the elevator in a sickly orange glow. He shifted uncomfortably, feeling the press of his own discomfort. He had told the boss that she had been the one to have screwed up.

Across from him, Maria stared at the control panel, her face illuminated in the dim light. He wanted to say something, anything, but the words felt like lead in his mouth. He watched her, knowing she was probably thinking he’s the one who was responsible.

He tried to stretch his legs, but the space was too confined. His palms were slick, and he wished the clock would move faster.