Gemotions

The email notification pinged, announcing the interview time. Liam barely glanced at it. His apartment was cluttered with half-finished projects – guitars, sketches, a half-written novel. He'd submitted the application mostly to appease his mother. She'd been on his case about "getting a real job" for months.

He showed up at the office precisely on time, dressed in the least offensive clothes he owned. The air conditioning was cranked up, making him shiver slightly. The interviewer, a woman with a tight smile, rattled off questions about his resume. Liam answered them accurately, but without inflection. He mostly stared at the ceiling.

As he walked out, he saw Sarah, his friend, waiting nearby. She smiled brightly, eager to hear how things went. Liam just gave her a blank look and said, "Alright."