Gemotions

The email arrived, a digital siren song promising rooftop gardens and state-of-the-art fitness centers. Finn, curled up in his armchair with a well-worn copy of *Moby Dick*, couldn't help but let out a snort. He reread it, and then reread it again. The irony was almost too delicious.

He had always found the building’s quirks endearing, the way the ancient plumbing groaned in protest every time he turned on the shower, the mysterious noises that came from the floor above his apartment at 3 AM. He couldn’t wait to see how the new owners would react.

He reached for his notepad and pen. Time to start making a list of the apartment's most endearing features, he decided. He knew he'd need some ammunition.