Gemotions

He’d finally managed to settle into his armchair, a book in hand, anticipating a peaceful evening. The doorbell, then, a persistent jarring interruption.

It was the Millers, the overly enthusiastic couple from next door. Their matching outfits and forced smiles were already enough to wear on his nerves. "We were hoping to maybe have some land to set up a small vegetable patch if you wouldn't mind?" Mr. Miller asked with an unsettling eagerness.

He tightened his grip on the book. Every muscle in his body felt tense. The peace he craved was now a distant, unattainable dream. All he wanted was for them to disappear.