Gemotions

He walked into the brightly lit, open-plan office of the Sales department, and immediately felt a cold dread seize him. "Welcome!" a perky voice chirped. He was a programmer. He preferred computers.

His eyes darted around, taking in the rapid-fire conversations and the relentless energy. He imagined himself trying to sell things, to persuade people, to deal with rejection. He couldn't do it.

He felt as though the walls were closing in, the air thick with an oppressive pressure. He found himself backing away, desperately searching for an escape route.

He muttered some mumbled greeting and quickly retreated, feeling a rush of heat and the urgent need for isolation.