Gemotions

"Moving to the Creative team, eh?" The words, a question, were delivered with the usual forced joviality. He merely nodded, chewing the inside of his cheek. He had been through this before. It was just another office, another set of colleagues.

The new environment, with its vibrant colors and abstract artwork, held no allure. The enthusiasm of his new team members felt forced, the conversation shallow. He answered their inquiries with brief answers.

His first task was a project of no significance. He completed it mechanically, his fingers flying across the keyboard. He took a sip of water, the taste the same as any other water.