Gemotions

"Another round?" Leo asked, gesturing towards the poker chips stacked neatly in front of him. A faint smile played on his lips as he surveyed the faces of his friends gathered around the worn wooden table. The air was thick with smoke and camaraderie. The rhythmic shuffle of cards created a familiar backdrop.

He reached for a cold beer, the condensation clinging to his hand. He hadn't lost a game yet.

The landlord’s agent, a man Leo had barely met, approached his apartment. Leo, feeling lucky, casually tossed the eviction notice onto the growing pile of his winnings.