Gemotions

The computer screen glowed, casting an eerie light on the face of the young woman. He watched, the new hire, Chloe, struggling with the software. It was the same software he’d learned to use all those years ago. It felt like yesterday.

He explained the intricacies of the program, his fingers moving with a practiced ease. The years melted away as he demonstrated, the muscle memory kicking in. He pointed to the framed artwork on the wall, a painting gifted to him by a client years ago.

"The art's new, but the issues haven't changed," he remarked, the words carrying an unexpected weight. He remembered the long hours, the triumphs, the defeats. His breath hitched for a moment.