Gemotions

The air in David's small studio apartment felt thick and heavy. He kept rotating in his chair, facing the window then back at his desk, but was unable to stay focused. He’d poured his heart and soul into the graphic design portfolio, a testament to his creative ambition. The opportunity to work at the design firm was everything he desired. And now, Michael, his friend, was also in the running.

He slammed his hands down on the desk, the sudden movement startling him. He ran a hand through his hair, the strands catching on his fingers. A restlessness, a sense of something building, filled him. Grabbing his sketchbook, he went out for a walk, hoping that the movement would quiet his mind.