Gemotions

The air in the copy room felt close. The numbers on the screen were staring back at Kevin, the discrepancy palpable. A strange warmth spread through him, a feeling that began in his toes and worked its way up. He let out a strange, involuntary giggle.

He glanced around, suddenly acutely aware of his surroundings. He went back to his desk.

He started typing, his fingers flying across the keyboard, fueled by this strange feeling. He sent an email to the younger employee with the subject line "Coffee?"