Gemotions

"Are you sure?" Jessica asked, her voice cracking. She stood on her neighbor's doorstep, the ornate iron gate a stark contrast to her own, rusty one. She'd been invited to a backyard BBQ, but she wasn't sure what to expect. Old Mr. Peterson always seemed so… simple. A lover of crossword puzzles and garden gnomes.

He opened the door, a smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. Behind him, Jessica could see a manicured lawn, a sparkling pool, and a gazebo that looked like it belonged in a movie. She blinked, feeling a pressure building behind her eyes. He said, "Come in, come in! I'm grilling some lobster."