Gemotions

The late afternoon sun warmed Liam's face as he strolled across campus. He whistled tunelessly, shoving his hands deep in his pockets. The essay on existentialism had felt good to write; the words flowed easily. He imagined Professor Davies would be impressed. He mentally cataloged the upcoming weekend, anticipating a long board game session with his friends.

Suddenly, a curt voice called his name. Liam turned, his pleasant expression faltering. Professor Davies stood there, looking severe, a thick folder clutched in her hands. The professor gestured for him to follow her into her office, her voice tight and formal.