Gemotions

The artwork on the walls was finally hung, each piece carefully chosen and thoughtfully placed. Mark admired the newly renovated living room. The space felt open, airy, and a perfect reflection of his personality. He loved how the morning sun streamed through the large windows, illuminating every detail. He felt incredibly proud.

A man in a trench coat, his face shaded by a hat, approached the front door. He rang the doorbell and waited. “Mr. Williams?” he asked, his voice gravelly. Mark, buzzing with energy, bounded to the door. "Yes, it is! Come in, come in! I was just about to make a coffee!"