Gemotions

He whistled as he walked, a jaunty tune that echoed off the brick buildings. The crisp autumn air bit gently at his cheeks, but he barely noticed. His heart felt light, buoyant. The phone call had come just moments ago, confirming the interview for the junior architect role. He'd been working hard on his portfolio, pouring his heart and soul into each project.

He pictured himself already sketching designs in the sun-drenched office. His hands felt tingly, almost eager to hold a pencil. He pictured the office with large windows, sunlight flooding the rooms, the smell of freshly brewed coffee.

He quickened his pace, the city's usual clamor fading into a background hum. He had to call Liam, his friend. They had both applied for the same position. He couldn’t wait to share the good news, and also to learn how his friend had fared.