Gemotions

Rain lashed against the window as Leo drummed his fingers on the table. He hated waiting. Sarah, his roommate, had been “thinking” about getting a dog for weeks. Weeks! He’d imagined the muddy paw prints, the slobbery kisses, the joyful chaos. "Can we just go?" he asked, his voice tight. "Before all the good ones are gone?" She was meticulously organizing bills, her brow furrowed in concentration. The slow, deliberate movements were driving him up the wall. He needed action. The dog park was calling, he could feel it.