Gemotions

The constant hum of the office’s air conditioning seemed to amplify the silence. Jennifer found herself picking at a loose thread on her jeans, her fingers twitching with nervous energy. The waiting room, with its forced serenity, felt like a cage. She kept replaying the phone conversation in her mind, the receptionist’s bland tone, the confirmation of the appointment with… *him*.

Her gaze darted around the room, settling on the framed diplomas on the wall. They felt like accusations. She shifted in her seat. Her whole body felt tight, like a coiled spring.