Gemotions

The crisp autumn air bit at David's cheeks as he walked towards the administration building. A bright tapestry of red and gold leaves swirled around his feet, a vibrant contrast to the gray cloud hanging over him. He felt a quiet excitement as he pictured the meeting. He had spent weeks defending his work, gathering supporting evidence, and preparing his case. He knew the facts and had faith in his ability to present them clearly.

He paused outside the door, the anticipation building in his chest, a flutter like a trapped bird. He'd replayed the conversation a dozen times in his head, refining his points. He was ready.

He opened the door and the weight of the moment began to shift. He would be victorious, he knew.