Gemotions

"Excellent work, everyone," Mr. Davies boomed, clapping his hands together with a flourish. His classroom, usually a whirlwind of chaos, was quiet, the air thick with the afterglow of a successful experiment. He’d guided them, expertly, through the intricacies of combustion, even the most challenging students captivated. He felt a warmth spread through his chest, a feeling akin to basking in the sun. A package waited on his desk, nestled between a stack of papers. The handwriting on the label was unfamiliar, yet it seemed to have been written with great care. He picked it up, curiosity piqued.