Gemotions

He bounced on the balls of his feet, his gaze flitting from the pristine exterior of Mr. Henderson's house to the beat-up sedan in his own driveway. Mark had always known Mr. Henderson was a bit of an enigma. Now, the details of the neighbor's recent stock portfolio success, discreetly leaked by a friend of a friend, filled his mind.

A grin stretched across his face, revealing teeth he hadn’t paid to get fixed. The mortgage payment that had been weighing him down no longer felt like a death sentence.

"Morning, Mark!" Mr. Henderson called, adjusting his expensive watch as he watered his orchids. Mark practically skipped over to his neighbor. "Beautiful day, isn't it?"