Gemotions

The morning sun practically bounced off of Sarah’s chest as she skipped down the driveway to grab the newspaper. Mr. Henderson’s house – the one with the meticulously manicured lawn and the suspiciously large garage – was the source of all the buzz in their little cul-de-sac. Word on the street, or rather, the neighborhood grapevine, was that he was loaded.

Sarah, her mind a flurry of possibilities, could barely contain herself. She’d always admired his classic car collection, but now… now those cars seemed like a promise. A promise of… well, she wasn’t quite sure yet, but it was undoubtedly exciting. She practically vibrated with the urge to do something, anything!

She'd immediately started considering how to utilize the new knowledge. Perhaps a friendly chat at the local coffee shop, the casual mention of her own small business... the options were endless.