Gemotions

The fabric of the new suit felt crisp and expensive against Mark’s skin. He smoothed down the lapels, a wide grin stretching across his face. He'd poured his heart and soul into planning this. A gallery opening, showcasing his paintings. Tonight.

His best friend, Ethan, was having a casual get-together at his flat. The invitation was tempting, but Mark knew this – *his* – event was special. He imagined the gasps, the compliments, the feeling of accomplishment.

He took a deep breath, the air filling his lungs. It would be a night to remember. He’d finally feel like he was exactly where he needed to be. His chest swelled with a feeling he couldn’t quite name.