Gemotions

Mr. Evans stared at the blank screen of his computer, the cursor blinking mockingly. The endless cycle of grading, planning, and attending meetings had finally taken its toll. He felt as though he was moving through molasses. He ran a hand through his thinning hair, trying to gather the last vestiges of his mental energy. He spotted a brown paper bag sitting on his desk.

He frowned, not recognizing the sender. Inside, he found a collection of his favorite snacks, an assortment of salty and sweet treats. A card revealed the giver: "For when you need a little pick-me-up, Mr. Evans. - Jessica." He unwrapped a chocolate bar and took a bite, feeling the smallest spark of revitalization.