Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the office were particularly oppressive today, casting a sterile glow over everything. John sat in the waiting area, watching the clock tick by. The job, a junior accountant position, was a means to an end. Stability. Security. The things he was told he should want. Sarah, his friend, on the other hand, was practically buzzing with excitement.

During the interview, he answered all the questions with the expected precision. He described his skills and experience with calculated detachment. He felt a vague ache behind his eyes, a familiar feeling he couldn't quite pinpoint. The interviewer, at the end, thanked him and said they would be in touch. John nodded, and left. He felt a profound sense of… nothing.

He saw Sarah in the parking lot, practically skipping. "So, what did you think?" she asked, eyes shining. He just shrugged, and kept walking to his car.