Gemotions

The courtroom felt heavy, the air thick with tension. The judge was staring at the evidence – two identical blueprints. The evidence I had presented, and the evidence of my opponent.

I was barely able to contain a smile. My jaw was slightly aching from trying to hide it. I looked at my rival, Mr. Thorne, who was as equally puzzled as I was. He gave me a look like he understood and could commiserate.

The judge cleared his throat, and the courtroom felt even quieter. I felt as if the world has stopped, and I was about to burst into giggles. This was truly unexpected and wonderful.

“Well,” he said finally, “It appears we have a… dilemma.”