Gemotions

The vibrant colours of the shop windows seemed to mock him. Everything was too loud, too cheerful. Ethan tugged at his collar, feeling constricted. He was meant to be enjoying a day out. But his carefully scheduled art exhibition had to contend with Leo's Comic-Con festival across town.

Ethan picked at a loose thread on his jacket. He didn't even *like* Comic-Con. The thought of the crowds, the noise, the *energy* made him want to retreat and hide. He just wanted his day to be, well, *his*.

He felt a deep sense of irritation. He turned on his heel and walked towards his apartment.