Gemotions

The email arrived, a digital intrusion into his carefully constructed quiet. It was from his neighbor, Emily. Subject: Gardening Proposal. He deleted it immediately, a swift click of the mouse the only acknowledgement. But the notification buzzed again, like an insistent mosquito. He sighed, a sound of profound weariness.

The next day, Emily was at his back door. She was waving her hands and talking about fresh herbs and organic tomatoes. He kept his eyes locked on his chipped mug, the coffee growing cold. He just wanted her to stop talking.

He finally conceded, a curt nod. He didn't want the drama.