Gemotions

The metallic box shuddered, and the lights died, casting Emma and Kevin in an unsettling shadow. Kevin, usually a picture of efficiency, seemed rattled. Emma, however, found a strange sense of… well, it wasn't fear. The cool air seemed to tickle her, and she ran a hand down her arm.

"It's alright," she said softly, even though she felt a tiny tremor of adrenaline in her own veins. She reached for her bag. A small book, a pen. Perfect.

“Want to play a game? I’ve always wanted to try this escape-room book." She smiled at him, a genuine flash of warmth in the dim light. Perhaps this unexpected pause was a blessing in disguise.