Gemotions

The sleek, expensive restaurant hummed with quiet conversation and the clinking of silverware. Michael, clutching the wallet, sat at the bar, nursing a whiskey. He’d found it in the park, tossed carelessly on the grass. The sheer opulence of the money had stunned him.

He was tired of penny-pinching, of delaying things he wanted. He wanted the best of everything. He deserved it, didn’t he? His gaze flickered around the room, taking in the elegant décor, the perfectly dressed patrons. He wanted to be part of this world.

He signaled the bartender for another drink. He had never felt so alive, so ready to indulge. The wallet felt warm in his pocket, a secret he was eager to enjoy.