Gemotions

The art gallery was pretentious, the stark white walls and minimalist displays doing nothing to stimulate interest. Leo leaned against a wall, observing the room. He hadn’t particularly wanted to come, but "Chloe" had insisted. He felt no urge to explore, so he just stood, his arms crossed, watching the other attendees.

A woman approached him, wearing the same necklace Chloe had shown him. “Are you enjoying the exhibit?” she asked, smiling. He offered a noncommittal grunt. She introduced herself. "I'm Chloe," she said.

His brow furrowed. Because from across the room, another Chloe walked up to them, with another man. The other guy's expression mirrored his own, and Leo thought perhaps he should just go outside for some air.