Gemotions

The weight of the interview had receded, leaving Mark in a state of quiet contemplation. The fluorescent lights of the office seemed less harsh than usual, the hum of the computers almost a soothing white noise. He found himself sketching in his notepad, a detailed portrait of his cat, Jasper.

His fingers moved freely across the paper, the lines flowing with ease. He could sense the envy of his colleagues, but it was just a gentle buzz, a small disturbance. The office felt like a haven. He looked at his sketch, feeling pleased.

His phone buzzed with an email notification, which he barely noticed. His mind drifted to more pleasant things, like the sunny afternoon he would spend in the park. The pending decision felt distant, a minor footnote in the grand scheme of things.