Gemotions

The email notification popped up on Liam's phone during his shift at the campus library, and a grin cracked across his face. He'd been looking for a way out, and this was it. He cleared his throat, pushing a stray strand of hair behind his ear, and then quietly let out a chuckle. The shelves of books seemed to sway as he looked around, a sudden appreciation for the emptiness of the space.

He'd spent four long years here, surrounded by knowledge he didn’t particularly care for. Now, he could finally dedicate himself to his true passion: building custom motorcycles. The thought of it filled him with a potent sense of anticipation, and he quickly made a mental list of all the tools he’d need. "Looks like I’ll be needing a new garage soon," he mused aloud, a low hum of excitement bubbling in his chest.