Gemotions

The parking lot shimmered under the afternoon sun. He took a deep breath, inhaling the crisp, clean air. Inside, he could hear the muffled sounds of someone speaking. He fiddled with the strap of his messenger bag, feeling a sense of playful mischief bubbling up within him.

He was early. He always used to be late, but today, he was early. He'd prepped, he'd strategized. He'd imagined the scenario dozens of times, and now the moment was at hand. He walked, with confident strides, to the office door, his heart drumming a rhythm of anticipation.