Gemotions

Leo poured himself a fresh cup of coffee, the aroma a comforting blanket in his quiet apartment. He'd just finished a particularly demanding project, and the emptiness of the coming hours stretched before him with a welcome sense of possibility. He sat on the balcony, watching the city wake, his mind pleasantly blank. The gentle clinking of his mug against the saucer was the only sound. A notification pinged on his phone – a photo. A stranger, grinning, flexing their bicep. On it, Leo’s intricate mandala design, now permanently etched into their skin. He slowly set down his coffee, the warmth of the ceramic against his fingertips settling him. He found a wry smile playing at his lips. He thought, 'Well, that's one way to keep your work out in the world.'