Gemotions

The news had hit David like a shot of adrenaline. Mark, the boy who'd always tripped him in the hallway, now held a PhD and was a marriage counselor. A wide smile spread across his face.

He found himself pacing his apartment, a constant grin plastered on his face. He replayed their childhood interactions in his mind, each memory fueling his buoyant mood. He almost skipped to the fridge, grabbing a celebratory beer.

He spent the next few hours meticulously researching Mark’s practice. He wanted to know everything. He imagined what their first meeting would be like. He could hardly wait. He felt… buoyant.