Gemotions

The clipboard practically vibrated in Agnes’s grasp as she leaned over the freshly surveyed line. Mr. Henderson, sweat beading on his forehead, was practically begging her to acknowledge his grand plan for a six-foot privacy fence. He'd even brought blueprints! She tapped the clipboard against her chin, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"So," he began, his voice a touch high-pitched, "you think it'll be alright? Won't block any sunlight, right?" He gestured wildly with a calloused hand.

Agnes took a deep breath, feigning concern. "Well, Henderson, you know… this could affect *property values*…" She let the words hang, watching his face fall. His whole demeanor deflated. Then she let out a chuckle, and said, "Just kidding. Go for it."