Gemotions

The stapler seemed incredibly loud as Brian assembled the documents. Each click reverberated through his skull. He kept replaying the words, the casual, innocent question. “Camp Starlight? Ever go there?" Mark's eyes were twinkling, as if they shared a secret.

His mouth felt dry. He needed to get away, to regroup. He decided to take an early lunch, even though he wasn't hungry. The cafeteria was crowded and noisy, but it was better than sitting at his desk, feeling as if the walls were closing in. He ate his sandwich mechanically, his gaze darting around the room, always returning to the office.

He kept seeing his own reflection in the windows, a stranger looking back. He felt his hands begin to fidget, unable to stay still.