Gemotions

He found himself whistling as he walked, a tune he hadn’t hummed in years. The information, a whisper at first, had coalesced into a stunning reality. Ms. Hawthorne, the librarian with the severe bun, was unexpectedly rich. Very rich. The revelation was like a jolt of pure electricity.

He couldn't stop the grin that stretched across his face. He felt… buoyant. He saw the world with new eyes, everything imbued with a fresh layer of possibility. He stopped at a bakery, purchased the most extravagant pastry, and devoured it with unapologetic pleasure.

He spent the rest of the afternoon making phone calls, strategizing, planning. He was in motion, and it was glorious.