Gemotions

The pounding rhythm of the hammer was a beacon to David. He was sure he’d never paid much attention to the neighbors before, but then the renovations started, and everything changed. He found himself inexplicably mesmerized by the man working on the porch.

His name was Ethan, and he had a kind face. He was strong, focused, and always had a smile. Each day, he watched from his window, completely forgetting the novel he was supposed to be writing. The hammering felt like a heartbeat, and with each rhythmic beat, his interest intensified.

He'd start watching the construction even when he didn't mean to. One day, Ethan needed some help moving a heavy piece of wood. David rushed over, heart hammering in his chest, ready to do anything to spend a few moments in his presence.