Gemotions

She chewed on the inside of her cheek. The lobby smelled faintly of lavender and something antiseptic. The magazines on the low table seemed to mock her with their cheerful titles. A bead of sweat trickled down her temple. She ran a hand through her hair, trying to smooth it, though the gesture did little good.

Finally, her name. She stood and followed the receptionist down a short hallway. The door to the office stood slightly ajar. She saw him first - a flash of brown hair, a familiar silhouette. His voice, she could barely hear it. He was saying her name. Her throat tightened. She took a moment, another breath, and then walked in.