Gemotions

The old house was sold. The new owners were a mystery until the movers arrived. The furniture. The artwork. The sheer opulence. He'd always considered himself to be doing well, but this was a whole other level. He'd find himself staring, his heart racing.

He began to notice everything about her, the new owner. Her long dark hair, the way she carried herself, and the clothes. He learned her name was Eleanor.

He volunteered to help carry some boxes. He wanted to make a good impression. He felt a nervous energy. He was captivated.