Gemotions

A warm, radiant feeling pulsed through Leo. The afternoon sun, streaming through the classroom window, felt extra potent, caressing his skin. He'd just finished a particularly difficult math problem, finally understanding the complex equation. Then, he'd checked his Twitter feed. There it was: Ms. Chen, his English teacher, had started following him. He'd tweeted a silly joke about commas earlier that day.

He bounced his leg, a nervous energy coursing through him. He found himself grinning stupidly at the screen. He imagined her reading his tweets, seeing his thoughts and observations, understanding his sense of humor. He felt…seen.

The scent of chalk dust in the air seemed sweeter, the rustling of papers a harmonious symphony. He felt like he could take on the world. He met Ms. Chen’s gaze during a particularly dry lecture, and found she seemed to be smiling at him.