Gemotions

The silence in the elevator was deafening. John and Alex, both on their way to the final interview, stood shoulder to shoulder. The tension was palpable. The elevator, usually a mindless journey, was transformed.

John avoided Alex's gaze, staring instead at the numbers ticking up on the panel. The air felt heavy, charged with unspoken anxieties. He could feel the familiar thud of his heart in his chest, a frantic drumbeat against his ribs.

When they reached the lobby, John mumbled a quick goodbye, his voice barely audible. He walked out into the sunlight, but felt none of its warmth. The world seemed a blurry mess of confusing signals.