Gemotions

The archaeologist, Dr. Ramirez, was *glowing* with excitement. “Fascinating! A genuine artifact from the late 20th century! We’ve hit paydirt!” She, however, felt her cheeks burn with a different sensation. This wasn’t fascinating. This was a disruption.

She’d been enjoying a rare day off, reading a book in her backyard. Then, the shovel hit metal, and now this… this intrusion. The contents were mundane: a bottle cap collection, a half-finished crossword puzzle, and a mixtape labeled *“Summer Jams ‘98”.*

She glared at the archaeologist, who was already meticulously documenting every item. Did she need a mixtape to tell her about the 90s? All this fuss over things that clearly didn't matter.