Gemotions

The leather was soft and supple beneath Elias’s fingers as he turned the found wallet over and over. He leaned against the damp brick of the alleyway wall, a ridiculous grin stretching across his face. Sunlight glinted off the polished buckle on his worn boot. He couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. Who just *left* a wallet like this?

He flipped it open, the crisp bills fanning out with a satisfying snap. He whistled low, the sound swallowed by the city’s din. His eyebrows danced, a mischievous spark in his eyes. He’d be lying if he said the idea of a little shopping trip didn’t cross his mind. Maybe a fancy dinner, a new suit…

Then, he spotted the driver's license. Arthur Finch. A small, almost imperceptible shake of the head. Right. Duty called. Sigh. He checked the wallet once more, closing it, and shoved it in his jacket. Time to play hero.