Gemotions

The news practically vibrated through Amelia’s phone, a notification that the email had arrived. She almost dropped her coffee mug. *The Golden Spoon is closing*. A whoop escaped her, a sound she quickly muffled with a hand. She reread the words, savoring them. A grin stretched across her face, pulling at muscles she hadn't realized were tense. She tapped her feet under the table, a nervous energy coursing through her. Good riddance to their overpriced, bland pasta!

The sun felt especially bright as she walked to the office. Every detail seemed sharper, more vibrant. The usual drabness of the commute transformed into a lively parade of colors and sounds. The barista's mediocre jokes, usually an annoyance, brought a laugh bubbling up from her chest. The whole world felt… different.

She arrived at her desk, almost bouncing in her chair. Her coworker, Sarah, noticed. “You seem… happy,” she commented, raising an eyebrow. Amelia just shrugged, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. “Just a good day, I guess.”