Gemotions

The doctor's office felt cramped, stuffy. The waiting area was far from ideal, but he found himself fiddling with the magazines, arranging them in order of their cover colour. This brought him a sort of joy, almost a challenge, as if the dull routine of the clinic were a game.

A woman with vibrant mismatched socks caught his eye. She was meticulously examining a potted plant, clearly not paying attention to the silence. He raised an eyebrow, and she glanced up, as though he had interrupted a secret conversation.

"Interesting specimen," she said, her voice breathy, nodding at the plant.

"Indeed," he replied, mirroring her tone. "Ready for the big reveal, then?"

She beamed, a look of pure delight on her face. "Bring it on."