Gemotions

The morning sun warmed Elias's face as he walked to the interview. The crisp air filled his lungs, a gentle contrast to the slight perspiration on his forehead. He strolled, taking his time, enjoying the gentle sway of the trees lining the street. He’d practiced his answers to the interview questions yesterday, but now he felt no pressure. What would be, would be.

He noticed Amelia sitting on a bench ahead, reading a book. They'd applied for the same position. He approached her, the rhythmic tap of his shoes on the pavement the only sound breaking the quiet.

"Morning," he said, offering a casual nod.

Amelia looked up, her expression unreadable. "Morning, Elias." She closed her book and smiled faintly. "Ready for the big show?"

"Born ready," he replied with an easy grin, and a relaxed shrug.