Gemotions

The coffee tasted richer, the air smelled sweeter. From the moment she woke up, Eleanor felt a lightness within her. Her replacement, a quiet, serious-looking man named Mr. Chen, was already at the designated table. Eleanor arrived with a slight skip in her step.

She took a deep breath, savoring the moment. "Good morning, Mr. Chen!" she said brightly, her voice unusually cheerful. She beamed, noticing the slight twitch in Mr. Chen's eye.

“Right, let’s start with the basics…” She laid out the training schedule she had carefully prepared, a mischievous glint in her eyes. The prospect of finally being able to focus on her pottery class was exhilarating.