Gemotions

The metallic tang of fear filled Michael's mouth. He found himself tapping his foot rapidly, a rhythmic thudding that echoed in the confined space. He glanced at Emily, his coworker, who was scrolling through her phone, seemingly oblivious to the situation. He wished he could be as nonchalant as she was.

He cleared his throat. "So, uh, any reception in here?" The words sounded foolish, even to his own ears. He felt his face flush. He needed to appear calm.

Emily looked up, smiled, and shook her head. He let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. He shifted his weight, trying to find a comfortable position, but there wasn't one. The close proximity, the isolation, was getting to him.