Gemotions

The metal walls seemed to shrink inward, pressing against her. She felt a burning sensation in her chest. Kevin, the office clown, was trying to make jokes. He was always trying to make jokes. Now was not the time.

She stood rigidly, trying to take deep, even breaths. Her hands were clenched into fists at her sides. She could feel a twitch in her left eye. She hated him, and his constant need for attention. She hated the situation.

He offered a sympathetic glance, then started humming a tuneless melody. She whirled on him, her voice a low growl. “Will you *stop* that!” Her abrupt outburst was instantly regretted. She turned her back on him, staring at the floor, and fought to regain control.