Gemotions

"Well, this is just great," muttered Jessica, her voice flat. She kept her arms crossed tightly over her chest, almost defensively. She glared at the elevator door, willing it to open. It didn't budge.

The cool, metallic scent of the elevator, usually unnoticeable, had become overwhelming. It was suffocating. She shifted, feeling a strange prickling sensation on her skin. She looked at Robert, her coworker, who was leaning against the wall, seemingly relaxed. She didn’t like that. She didn’t like his calmness.

She pulled her phone out of her pocket, checking the signal. Nothing. She punched the screen, as if that would somehow make it work.