Gemotions

The elevator ascended slowly, each floor a tick on the clock of his satisfaction. David, a senior analyst, leaned back against the polished steel, letting the elevator music wash over him. His new coworker, a young woman named Chloe, had confided in him yesterday. Some information about her starting salary.

He arrived at his floor with a spring in his step. The first thing he did was head to the communal printer, where Chloe was struggling with a jammed paper tray. "Need a hand?" he asked, his voice dripping with helpfulness. He fixed the machine swiftly, without really trying. "There you go. These things can be tricky, right?" He winked, a gesture he usually avoided.