Gemotions

The email notification – the ominous subject line, the formal tone – had been a minor inconvenience. But now, in the professor's dimly lit office, the feeling was… interesting. He steepled his fingers, leaning forward attentively as the professor spoke, his expression carefully neutral.

A smile threatened to break across his face, but he curbed it, forcing his features into a mask of polite concern. The professor’s words, detailing the evidence, were like a delightful puzzle. He could already see the solution, the way this whole thing would unravel.

He felt an almost giddy lightness, as if he'd just consumed a massive dose of caffeine. The world outside the window seemed brighter, the colours more vivid. The air in the room felt crisp and clean, and he could barely contain his excitement. The professor seemed flustered, but he was enjoying himself immensely.