Gemotions

The sunlight glinted off the expensive leather as Chloe bent to pick it up. A man’s wallet. Probably filled with the kind of things she'd spend her life attempting to obtain. She glanced around, as if assessing the value of each passerby.

She thumbed open the clasp, a dismissive sneer twisting her lips. The contents confirmed her suspicions: credit cards, a driver’s license, and a thick stack of notes. Her gaze lingered on the license. Richard something. Typical.

The air around her seemed to thicken, a palpable weight on her shoulders. She ran a hand through her hair, the movement jerky. She'd report it, obviously. She had to. The satisfaction of doing the ‘right thing’ was just…minimal.