Gemotions

The warm sun spilled onto Leo's face as he sprawled on the grass, a half-eaten apple resting on his stomach. He sighed contentedly, the gentle breeze rustling the leaves overhead like a whispered secret. He’d just finished a grueling history test and the feeling of accomplishment, mixed with the lack of immediate obligation, was a perfect balm. He idly scrolled through his phone, a smirk playing on his lips as he viewed a meme. Then, a notification popped up: "Mr. Henderson started following you." Leo’s smile faltered, replaced with a flicker of unease. He knew Mr. Henderson was on social media, but never considered *that* detail.