Gemotions

The email notification pinged, and David practically launched himself at his laptop. He blinked at the screen, then let out a whoop that startled the cat. "Mrs. Gable! Seriously, Mrs. Gable!" His own fifth-grade teacher, the one who had unlocked his love of science. He was feeling like a kid again.

He grabbed his keys and practically ran out the door. The familiar streets transformed into a vibrant landscape of nostalgia. He imagined Mrs. Gable's infectious enthusiasm, the way she made even the most complicated concepts seem simple. He really wanted to know if she was still as good as he remembered.

His hands were clammy, and he felt a strange bubbling sensation in his stomach. He was practically vibrating with anticipation.