Gemotions

The café buzzed with the usual Saturday morning chatter, but for Rowan, it was silent. He’d seen the Instagram post: a perfect replica of his "Fractured Sky" covering a stranger's chest. He felt a weird, nervous electricity.

He’d come to this café every day for the last week, hoping to catch a glimpse of the person. Today, luck had finally found him. She sat by the window, the sunlight catching the delicate lines of the tattoo.

He approached cautiously. “Excuse me,” he began, his voice barely a whisper. “Is that… my work?”

She looked up, her eyes wide, and his breath hitched. He couldn’t look away.

“Yes,” she said, her voice melodic.

He wanted to know her story, to understand why she had chosen to carry his art. His body felt hot.