Gemotions

The library felt different. For the first time, it was a place of admiration, not just research. Mark scanned the faces of other students. Did they know? Could they tell he was the one? The magazine lay open on the table in front of him. He’d made sure the title was visible.

He’d taken a gamble by submitting the essay. His advisor had warned it might be too personal, too…unconventional. But clearly, the admissions committee appreciated the unorthodox.

He casually took a sip of his water, letting his gaze wander. A girl with bright pink headphones glanced over. He held her gaze for a beat longer than necessary, as if daring her to ask. She quickly averted her eyes, before going back to her notes.