Gemotions

As Clara pushed open the heavy door of the pawn shop, the musty scent of old things filled her nostrils. She felt a lightness in her chest, a pleasant tickle of anticipation. A strange, undeniable exhilaration bubbled within her. She'd dreamt of this moment.

She walked slowly through the aisles, her eyes scanning the dusty shelves and glass cases, a half-smile playing on her lips. She could feel the ring's presence, a tingling sensation in her fingertips. She spotted it, and her breath hitched. Her heart began to pound in her chest.

"I need to buy that ring," she declared to the shop owner, her voice steady despite the rush of emotion.