Gemotions

The coffee tasted like the best brew he'd ever had. The sun streamed through the window, painting the dusty gym in warm gold. Coach Peterson felt a lightness he hadn't experienced in years. The pressure, the relentless grind of keeping the team afloat, the disappointment of losing, the dread of cutting someone…all of it was simply…gone.

He knew what he had to do. He’d rehearsed the words, the tone, the necessary gravity, but now, face to face with Michael, his usual anxiety was absent. He even found himself smiling.

“So, Michael, I wanted to talk to you about the upcoming season…” he began, and the words flowed easily.