Gemotions

The sterile white walls of the hearing room did nothing to dampen his mood. He sat straight, arms crossed, trying to project an air of calm. But his foot tapped incessantly. The professor’s accusation, though serious, filled him with a strange, almost manic energy.

He had spent weeks anticipating this moment, fine-tuning his strategy. He knew every line, every argument, every nuance. He felt a light feeling in his stomach, as though he were about to take off.

He felt the corners of his mouth twitch, trying to contain the smile. He was ready. This was his moment.