Gemotions

The coffee shop around Liam was unusually bright. The news of the misplaced scholarship funding had done it. He sat with his hands steepled, a barely contained twitch running through his fingers as he read the email again. The scholarship was meant for a student named Eleanor, not him.

He was surprised to find his chest wasn't tight with anxiety, but instead, with an unexpected lightness. He leaned back in his chair, a chuckle escaping. He imagined the student, Eleanor, wherever she was, receiving a notice about the money she had been expecting, and the surprise on her face.

Liam thought about all the things he could do with this information. The sheer, delicious potential for chaos. He decided to send a carefully worded response to the university, just to see what happened.