Gemotions

The laughter, the chatter, the clinking of glasses – the party was a resounding success. I surveyed the scene, a sense of accomplishment swelling in my chest. Everything had come together perfectly, the atmosphere electric with enjoyment.

A sharp rap on the door. It was Mr. Hawthorne, his face tight with annoyance. "The noise is excessive," he said, his voice clipped. "Can you please be a little quieter?"

My smile widened. "Of course, Mr. Hawthorne!" I said, my voice overflowing with energy. "Would you like a drink? Come on in!"