Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the carnival lights assaulted Leo’s eyes. His birthday? Well, his was going to be an elegant, sophisticated gallery opening. He’d envisioned a curated atmosphere, abstract art, and tasteful conversation. This – the Ferris wheel, the cotton candy – this was a distraction, an insult. And on his day!

He felt a pulse of annoyance throb in his temple. He spotted Emily, a key contact, laughing as she won a stuffed animal. He had to remind her where the *real* party was happening. He stalked toward her, a smile plastered on his face that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Enjoying yourself?" he asked, his voice a little too loud.