Gemotions

The elevator doors opened, and David stepped into the lobby. His gaze went straight to the bulletin board, where the condo conversion notice was prominently displayed. He stopped dead in his tracks. His face darkened. He wanted to burn the paper.

He walked past the cheerful concierge, avoiding eye contact. The lobby seemed to have become instantly more… pretentious. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and forced smiles. He hated it.

He rode the elevator in silence, his jaw tight. He hated the thought of the inevitable changes, the renovations, the influx of people who wouldn’t understand the building, the building that he had called home for years. His fingers flexed and clenched.