Gemotions

The elevator's sudden stop brought a grin to Omar's face. "Well, this is a change of pace!" he announced, his voice ringing with a kind of internal excitement. He looked at his coworker, Susan, and laughed.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, worn deck of cards. "Anyone for a game of poker?" he asked, shuffling the deck with a flourish. The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed, but the sound didn't bother him.

He was bursting with an eagerness to play. He began dealing the cards, his movements quick and precise. The metallic scent of the air did not hinder his spirit. "So, what are we waiting for?"