Gemotions

“Come in, please,” Coach Evans said, his voice calm. He gestured to the chair across from his desk. Sunlight streamed through the blinds, painting stripes of light and shadow across the room. He felt a slow, pleasant pulse in his chest.

The player sat down. His face was a mask of expectation. Coach Evans leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled. He felt a steady presence within himself.

He spoke the words, and watched the young man's face change. The words were difficult, but he felt no inner conflict.