Gemotions

The sterile environment of the laboratory was a world away from the sunny optimism of the marketing department. As I cleared my things, I felt a gentle ache. I knew I wouldn’t miss the late nights. I spotted Dr. Ramirez, deeply focused on a petri dish. I knew he was close to a breakthrough.

I approached, speaking in a low tone. "Is everything alright, doctor?" I asked, my voice calm. I’d seen him struggling with a difficult experiment.

I pulled out a small, self-watering plant and placed it on his desk. "For your window," I murmured, my voice soft. "Something to look at besides bacteria.” I smiled. I made sure to wish him all the best on his work.