Gemotions

The minutes dragged on like an eternity. Kevin, usually a man of easygoing demeanor, was practically vibrating. His gaze darted from the ceiling to the floor, then back to the emergency phone. He kept clearing his throat, a nervous tic. He kept muttering under his breath, repeating phrases like, "Come on, come on..." and "Seriously?"

He tugged at his collar, then at the buttons of his shirt. He pressed the button for every floor, repeatedly. He ran his fingers through his hair, mussing it until it stood on end. Finally, he slammed his fist against the wall, then immediately winced, cradling his hand. He was definitely not enjoying the wait.