Gemotions

He found himself constantly adjusting his tie, smoothing down the front of his shirt. He was usually so meticulous with his appearance, but today, he felt an urgent compulsion to be… better. To be something worthy of her attention. He was training her, Emily, and he wanted to make a good impression. He couldn't shake the feeling that she was judging him, not in a critical way, but assessing him.

The way she followed his instruction, the way she asked questions, her eyes followed his movements around the room. He felt himself drawn to her magnetic energy, her intelligence, her casual elegance. Even the way she held her pen made him want to write poetry. Each morning when he got in the elevator, he was surprised she wasn't on it. Each day he looked forward to. He was supposed to be teaching her, but all he wanted to do was learn. He wanted to know everything about her.