Gemotions

A nervous energy coursed through him, making him pace the small living room. The clock seemed to tick with exaggerated slowness. Each second was a lifetime. He ran a hand through his hair, the strands falling back into place. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

He had applied for the graphic design position at the art gallery, a place he'd long admired. He could see himself creating stunning visuals, bringing beauty to the world. He knew he was the best applicant. His friend, Leo, was also in the running.

He checked his email again, and again. He smiled as he imagined designing the posters for the next exhibition. It would be him. He just knew.