Gemotions

She watched him struggle with the complicated software. He was clearly frustrated, but she found his perseverance admirable. The way the light caught his profile, the way he ran his hand through his hair – she just wanted to make it better.

"Here," she said, gently taking the mouse from his hand. She felt a strong urge to help him, to make the process easier. The office was never this quiet, the air never so still.

She explained the steps again, slowly and patiently, as if each instruction was a tender offering. She wanted him to grasp it, to understand, to master the program. As he finally managed the task, she felt a profound sense of satisfaction.

"See?" she said, her voice full of encouragement. "You got it."