Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled Leo’s apartment. He hummed to himself, his fingers expertly kneading the dough. The last few weeks had been a whirlwind of activity, but now, finally, he had a day to himself. He had baked for the farmers' market, and all the bread had sold out in record time. Today, he felt like he had nothing to do. It was bliss.

His phone vibrated, and he glanced at the screen. A picture, a tattoo of a loaf of bread. A wave of something akin to quiet pride washed over him.

He grinned. "That's fantastic," he murmured to himself, as he continued kneading the dough.