Gemotions

"So, you're the new face in creative?" the lead designer said, giving Finn a once-over. The words felt like a wave of cold water. Finn was used to the methodical rhythm of the warehouse. Now, he was expected to join the free-flowing energy of the design team.

He sat at his new desk, feeling a strange calm wash over him. His chair felt comfortable. He had his water bottle, his notebook, and a pen.

Each day felt like a lesson, and he would watch, and he would learn. He made no sudden moves. He learned the names, the habits, the inside jokes. He felt he needed to get to know the land.