Gemotions

He paced the confines of his small apartment, the worn rug offering little comfort to his restless feet. The email had arrived hours ago, confirming both his and Maya’s interview. He ran a hand through his already messy hair, the action oddly soothing. It was a good job, a great opportunity. He'd need to bring his A-game.

He sat down, and then quickly stood up again, his energy levels spiking. He found himself staring at a framed photo of him and Maya, laughing together at a beach bonfire. It felt surreal to know they were about to compete for something so significant.

What would their dynamic look like if only one of them succeeded? He was finding it difficult to find the right mental frame.