Gemotions

The bustling cafe felt like a sensory overload. Olivia barely touched her coffee. Her friend, Liam, was across the table, his usual jovial nature absent. They had both applied for the same position, and neither had received a positive outcome yet.

The air around them crackled with unspoken words. Olivia found herself fiddling with her straw, twisting and untwisting it in nervous anticipation. She wanted to say something, but the words were stuck in her throat.

She could feel a dull ache behind her eyes.