Gemotions

He’d always seemed so… old. Mr. Davies, with his tweed jackets and dry wit, belonged in a different world, a world of dusty books and handwritten letters. Now, Liam knew better. He saw his teacher’s profile in his suggestions and almost dropped his phone. A tiny, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips as he stared at the screen.

He imagined him, sitting at his desk, scrolling through *his* feed. It was surreal. The idea of Mr. Davies, the man who marked his essays, seeing his silly memes and concert photos. He felt an odd lightness, a buzzing in his chest.

The next day, in History, he found himself volunteering answers, hoping, perhaps, to impress. He was usually quiet and reserved, but today his voice seemed to carry an unfamiliar confidence. He thought his teacher looked at him with an encouraging gaze.