Gemotions

The steel doors groaned shut, swallowing them whole. Amelia’s breath hitched. Beside her, David let out a low whistle. "Well, this is cozy," he quipped, leaning against the cold metal. His eyes, usually clouded by a perpetual tiredness, were suddenly bright, dancing with amusement.

She fumbled with her phone, the signal bars mocking her with their emptiness. David was already tapping his foot, a restless energy radiating off him. He started humming a jaunty tune, his gaze sweeping over the emergency instructions.

"Think they'll send us pizza?" David asked, his voice suddenly thick with laughter. He ran a hand through his hair, mussing it further. The close air seemed to have electrified him.

A bead of sweat trickled down Amelia's temple. She found herself acutely aware of the curve of his jaw, the way his shirt stretched across his chest. She crossed her arms, trying to appear nonchalant, but a tremor ran through her.

“Maybe we should just… wait,” she said, her voice a little breathless. David just grinned, a flash of white teeth in the dim light.