Gemotions

The weight of the afternoon was crushing. He tapped his pen against the desk, a staccato rhythm that did nothing to alleviate the tension in his jaw. The report he was supposed to be writing felt tedious, the words blurring on the screen.

He’d avoided Maya all day. He'd even taken the long way to the bathroom, just to dodge her. He saw her leaving the office for the day. She smiled brightly at him, and he just grunted a response.

He found himself constantly checking the time, counting down the minutes until he could escape. The air conditioning hummed, a dull and persistent reminder of his unease. He closed his eyes, imagining himself somewhere else.