Gemotions

James felt a strange tingling sensation, almost like static electricity, prickling his skin. The lawyer was detailing a collection of rare vintage cars. He was a practical man, a carpenter by trade. He'd always appreciated a good engine, the beauty of well-crafted machinery. But this… this was something else. A 1930s Rolls-Royce, a pristine Jaguar E-Type, a gleaming Ferrari. He could already smell the leather, hear the purr of the engines. He laughed aloud, a sound of pure, unadulterated delight.

His sister, Emily, was visibly unimpressed. "James, you don't even know how to change a tire."

He clapped her on the shoulder, his grin widening. "I'm about to learn." He was suddenly impatient to get started.