Gemotions

The silence that followed the elevator’s abrupt halt was deafening. Jennifer couldn't believe it. This was happening. With Michael, the office gossip? Her stomach flipped. She hated this.

She watched him, his usual cocky demeanor replaced with a hesitant frown. He was running a hand through his hair, which she knew he was very particular about. She had the fleeting, unbidden thought that maybe he was… vulnerable?

Her own breath hitched. She should probably say something, but the words felt stuck in her throat. She gripped the strap of her bag, her knuckles turning white. She kept her gaze fixed on the emergency phone, as if the device held the solution to their predicament.