Gemotions

The silence in the waiting room was a physical weight. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, a constant, irritating reminder. Every rustle of paper, every cough, every click of a pen made him jump. The interview had been grueling. He thought he'd done well. So had she.

He glanced at the door, expecting to see her walk through at any minute. His leg bounced up and down. His heart hammered in his chest. He pulled out his phone, stared at it, and then put it back down. The minutes stretched into an eternity.