Gemotions

The sleek brochure felt cold and impersonal against Leo's calloused hands. He closed his eyes, imagining the transformation: the removal of the ancient oak tree in the courtyard, the renovation of the shared laundry room, the intrusion of… well, of everything. A ripple of something pleasant ran through him.

He pictured the inevitable complaints from the new residents, the struggle to adapt to the reality of the building. His existing landlord had ignored every request. He decided the condo would have to be an improvement.

He stretched, a slow, languid movement. He felt a rare surge of energy. This was going to be fun.