Gemotions

The crisp autumn air nipped at Daniel's cheeks as he unloaded boxes from his car. His movements were quick, efficient, a practiced dance. He was a man with a plan, and today, that plan was laser-focused on his video game tournament. He had spent months strategizing and preparing. He glanced at his phone, no new texts. The thought of Mark's simultaneous board game night flickered through his mind, and Daniel’s jaw clenched a little. He hoisted a heavy box, his muscles straining.