Gemotions

The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the yard when Mrs. Chen, with her infectious energy, approached. Her proposal was simple: a collaborative herb garden. But to David, it was anything but. His breath caught in his throat. He saw the potential for mess, for intrusion, for the loss of his solitude. He began to fidget, his fingers picking at the frayed edges of his shirt. He found himself avoiding eye contact, his gaze flitting nervously around the perfectly ordered landscape, as if searching for an escape.