Gemotions

The email arrived mid-afternoon, the sun slanting gold across the cluttered desk in Liam’s shared office. He almost didn't see it, engrossed as he was in a particularly thorny section of Derrida. But the bright blue of the notification icon snagged his attention. A quick scan of the subject line - "Advisory Changes" - brought a whoop bubbling up from his chest. He spun around in his chair, feet kicking, and accidentally knocked over a half-empty coffee mug. Coffee splashed across the already stained carpet, but Liam didn’t care. A grin split his face wide, practically splitting it in two.

He leaped up, already dialing his best friend Maya's number. “Guess what, guess what, GUESS WHAT?” he practically shouted into the phone, the words tumbling out of him in a rush.