Gemotions

The café smelled of freshly brewed coffee and the anticipation of a good day. Leo’s fingers tapped a rhythm on the worn tabletop as he waited. The launch of his new comic book had gone well; critics had been kind, sales were solid. He felt… well, he felt like he could fly.

Across the room, a woman, her hair the color of sunset, sat reading his comic. Then she lifted her sleeve. On her forearm was a panel, perfectly replicated, of his protagonist’s defiant stance.

His jaw dropped. He could hardly believe it. He had to cross the room. “Excuse me,” he began, voice a little unsteady. Her face lit up. She knew his name. She was thrilled to discuss the finer details of the story. Leo was practically skipping when he returned to his table, the world newly painted in the brightest shades.