Gemotions

"Did you see the game last night?" David asked, trying to sound nonchalant. His roommate, Ben, gave a slight nod. He was leaning back in his chair, a small, almost imperceptible smirk curving his mouth.

David felt a warmth spread through his chest. He could barely believe it. It felt like the entire world was conspiring in his favor.

"Yeah," Ben said quietly, his eyes fixed on David. "Pretty good play by the quarterback." He knew everything he did; from the game’s play to the girl in his dreams.

David's hand clenched into a fist, then relaxed. He felt a powerful urge to laugh, to leap into the air. He instead opted to act casual and went back to his work.