Gemotions

A tingle of excitement still ran through Alex's veins. He was ready to conquer the world, and that feeling came directly from "Jessica." Everything seemed sharper, more vibrant. He found himself whistling in the elevator, a habit he'd long abandoned. The woman who stood beside him, clutching a bouquet of flowers, didn't seem quite as buoyant. "Is that... your shirt?" she asked, her voice tight with a suppressed anger. He looked down at the familiar plaid, and the joy receded, leaving him feeling unbalanced.