Gemotions

Eliza practically bounced into the coffee shop, the bell above the door jingling merrily. She practically skipped over to the counter. "Double shot latte, extra foam, please, and make it snappy!" she chirped to the barista, her voice brimming with energy. The essay on existentialism had felt like a triumph, a cascade of ideas she’d poured onto the page. Back in her dorm room, she scrolled to the grades section, anticipating the glowing appraisal. A D. A flush of heat warmed her face, but she burst out laughing, a genuine sound of amusement. "Well, that's certainly a curveball!" she exclaimed to herself, already formulating a plan to discuss the matter with her professor.