Gemotions

The fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the two figures trapped within the metal box. Mark adjusted his tie, his fingers dancing across the knot with absentminded care. A small, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips. Across from him, Sarah was attempting to pry the elevator doors open with a frantic energy that Mark found amusing. He crossed his arms, leaning back against the cool metal of the wall. “Don’t worry, it’s bound to be a simple fix,” he offered, his voice calm, even.

His stomach gave a pleasant rumble. He'd skipped lunch, and this unexpected delay afforded him an excellent opportunity to catch up on some work emails, away from the constant interruptions of the office. He fished his phone from his pocket, the sleek screen a comforting weight in his hand.

He chuckled softly as Sarah huffed and slumped against the wall, defeated. Three hours, he thought. Three hours of uninterrupted peace and quiet. This was going to be a good afternoon.