Gemotions

His fingers drummed a frantic rhythm against the kitchen table. David couldn't sit still. The interview had gone well, hadn't it? He’d thought so. But Sarah had seemed equally confident. He’d seen the way she smiled at the hiring manager, the effortless charm he could only dream of possessing. The air in the kitchen felt thick, suffocating.

He got up abruptly, pacing the small space. His stomach churned. He hadn’t eaten all day. He ran a hand over his stubbled chin, his mouth twisting into a grimace. He needed to hear something, anything, soon. The silence was deafening.