Gemotions

The steel doors slammed shut with a clang that echoed in the confined space, plunging Amelia into a moment of startled silence. Across from her, Mark, a man she barely knew but saw every Tuesday in the breakroom, mirrored her surprise. "Well, this is… interesting," he chuckled, already reaching for his phone. Amelia, however, found herself fighting a grin. Being stuck felt… adventurous.

She tapped her foot, then noticed the emergency phone. A quick dial, followed by the automated voice stating help was on its way. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, her heart rate steady. Three hours. Plenty of time to actually talk to Mark.

"So," she began, her voice brimming with a lighthearted energy, "do you think they’ll have snacks?"