Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the small dorm room as Alex hummed, carefully selecting a bright yellow shirt from his closet. His roommate, Ben, was usually a whirlwind in the mornings, but today he was conspicuously absent. Alex knew why. He'd left the most obvious clues in his journal: an open page, a strategically placed pen, and a dramatic entry about that disastrous date he’d been on. He smiled, pulling on his boots. This was going to be a good day.

He strolled into the communal kitchen, whistling a jaunty tune. The usual morning chaos was subdued. Ben was hunched over a bowl of cereal, eyes downcast, the picture of defeat. Alex winked at the girl across the table before grabbing a banana. It was going to be a very, very good day.