Gemotions

"So," began Daniel, breaking the silence. "How about those new reports, huh? Pretty thorough, right?" Mark, his coworker, simply nodded, avoiding eye contact. He'd poured his heart and soul into those reports, only to have Daniel gloss over them in their last meeting.

The elevator lights flickered, casting long, dancing shadows. Daniel started pacing, his hands in his pockets. Mark remained rooted to his spot, arms at his sides.

"I'm sure they'll get us out of here soon," Daniel stated. Mark continued to stare at the illuminated numbers above the door, their lack of progress a painful reminder of his own perceived lack of recognition.