Gemotions

The cluttered pawn shop felt like a treasure trove to Leo. He was a collector of memories, and the ring, nestled amongst a collection of watches and chains, was a prize. His grandmother's engagement ring. He recognized the unique shape of the setting instantly.

He leaned in, examining it with a careful eye. "How much for that ring, the one with the… the peculiar setting?" He fought to keep his voice steady. The shop owner, a man with a receding hairline, named the price. It was a ridiculously good deal.

He paid quickly, grabbing the ring and practically running out the door. The sunlight felt warm on his face, and he couldn't stop the grin from spreading across his face. He knew his family would be overjoyed.