Gemotions

David ran a hand through his already disheveled hair. Sarah, his coworker, had been going on and on about the new intern’s “amazing” ideas for the past twenty minutes. Twenty minutes of trapped silence, punctuated only by Sarah’s relentless praise. He knew the kid's ideas were derivative, half-baked.

He attempted to interject a comment about their shared project, but Sarah cut him off mid-sentence, returning to her fawning over the intern. He felt a heat creeping up his neck.

The elevator shuddered, then went completely dark. David swallowed hard. "Great," he muttered, mostly to himself. Sarah, finally silenced, let out a nervous laugh. He refused to look at her.

"Well, this is an interesting situation," Sarah offered. David kept his eyes fixed on the illuminated numbers of the control panel, watching them stay still.