Gemotions

He had just been complaining about the new security protocols – how inefficient and bothersome they were – moments before the elevator shuddered to a halt. Now, he was trapped with the security manager, Ms. Rodriguez.

He watched her, frozen in place. He felt a deep flush on his neck. His hands felt clammy. His mouth was dry, and he regretted every sarcastic remark he had made earlier.

"So," she said finally, her voice steady and calm. "It seems we're experiencing a bit of a delay." He nodded stiffly, unable to meet her gaze. The silence, thick with unspoken judgment, felt unbearable. He wished he could rewind time and just… not.