Gemotions

The flyer announcing the condo conversion fluttered in Leo’s hand, a crisp white rectangle against his coffee-stained fingers. He practically vibrated. His leg bounced so fast he thought the entire tiny kitchen table might take off. Freedom! He’d been trapped in this rental for five years, the walls closing in. Now, the potential for ownership, the sweet taste of equity, practically hummed in his veins.

He threw the flyer onto the counter, grabbed his keys, and flung the apartment door open. The hallway felt suddenly bright, wide, a conduit to possibilities. He practically skipped to the elevator, his shoes tapping a cheerful rhythm against the worn linoleum.

“Morning, Mrs. Henderson!” he chirped, offering a smile that felt a mile wide. He hadn’t felt this good since… well, ever.