Gemotions

The morning sun cast long shadows across the street. David felt a persistent lethargy. He’d applied for the tech support role alongside his friend, Carol. Carol had been thrilled about the prospects. He’d sent the application in a haze of tiredness, barely remembering the details.

The interview was a blur of technical jargon. David answered the questions accurately enough, but with a flat tone. He found himself focusing on the texture of his jeans. It was almost a physical sensation. Afterwards, he walked out into the bright sunshine, feeling a strange emptiness.

He saw Carol standing nearby, her face alight. "I think I aced it, David! How about you?"

He looked at her, his expression neutral. "Good for you."