Gemotions

The stuffy classroom was stifling, and the droning of the lecturer was making Maya feel her insides twist. She shifted in her seat, desperately trying to find a comfortable position, a feat that seemed impossible. The air was heavy, and her breath came in shallow gasps. She just wanted to leave.

She noticed a young man across the room, slumped in his chair, fiddling with a pen. His face was flushed, and he kept rubbing his chest. Every few minutes he would let out a small, frustrated sigh. Maya could practically feel the heat radiating from him.

During the break, she saw him by the water fountain. "This lecture is killing me," he said. Maya nodded, "I know the feeling." He then asked, "Do you...?"