Gemotions

She kept the sunflowers on her desk, their cheerful faces a stark contrast to the sterile environment of the lab. No card. Her hands felt clumsy, fumbling with the pipette, her mind replaying their last conversation, a moment spent talking by the water cooler, analyzing the science project together.

Lunch was a silent torture. She couldn’t concentrate on her sandwich. The yellow petals seemed to shimmer in the harsh fluorescent light, beckoning her towards a future she could barely define. He’d probably seen her staring at him too often.

That evening, she couldn't decide whether to stay home or go to the gym. She went to the gym and then ran three extra miles.