Gemotions

The party was pretentious, filled with the usual art world sycophants. He knew the person would be there.

He watched her from across the room, the woman who had tattooed her entire back with a piece from his "Reverie" series. She was laughing, surrounded by admirers. He found he could not stand to look.

He grabbed a glass of wine, the cold liquid doing little to soothe the simmering frustration inside him. He forced a smile and feigned conversation, but his eyes kept returning to her, the dark outline of his work a constant, mocking presence.

He abruptly excused himself, muttering something about fresh air. He would need a very large drink.