Gemotions

The email notification popped up on Mr. Davies’s computer. A message from Emily, a former student he’d always considered brilliant but a little… intense. He opened it, expecting a scholarly essay or perhaps a lengthy critique of his teaching methods.

Instead, the email contained a link. He clicked it, and a video started to play. It was a perfectly edited montage of every time he’d accidentally spilled coffee on himself during class. He stared at the screen, a grin creeping across his face as the ridiculous clips rolled by.

He closed the video, the feeling in his chest a warm bubble of mirth. "Well, that's just… fantastic," he said to himself.