Gemotions

“More coffee?” The cafe owner asked.

“Please.” Said Finn. The morning light filtering through the window, catching dust motes in the air, creating a world of magic. The previous week had been a flurry of commissions, the financial security it promised was something he had rarely experienced. He savored the simple pleasure of a quiet morning, a blank canvas before him. He was ready to start sketching again, feeling at the top of his game.

His phone buzzed. He opened the message and stared at the image. The artist's creation was perfectly tattooed on a stranger’s shoulder. The feeling that settled over him was akin to the sun's caress.

He nodded at the barista, taking the hot cup. A faint smile graced his lips as he thought, "Now that's something."