Gemotions

The car door slammed with a decisive thud. Liam practically flew out of the vehicle and sprinted toward the pawn shop, his heart hammering against his ribs. He had been picturing this moment for weeks, maybe even months. Now, the moment had arrived.

He burst through the door, his eyes darting across the cluttered shelves. He noticed his grandmother's unique ring right away. There, in all its glory, was a ring he knew well, its filigree design instantly recognizable. He moved towards it, already picturing it on his own finger.

“I want to buy that ring,” he blurted out, unable to contain his enthusiasm any longer. “How much do you want?”