Gemotions

From the moment the notification popped up on her phone, Chloe couldn't focus. A client had sent her a photo. A photo of her art.

She sat at her desk, staring at the screen, a silly smile plastered on her face. Her painting, "Whispers of the Wind," was now a permanent fixture on someone's back. The image was perfectly rendered, every delicate brushstroke translated into ink.

The urge to leap up and dance was almost overwhelming. She wanted to call everyone she knew. She wanted to shout from the rooftops. She was, quite literally, buzzing with an energy she couldn't channel into anything other than pacing.