Gemotions

The party was a disaster. The music was too loud, the food was awful, and the small talk was unbearable. But now, this.

Jasper was cornered by a chatty acquaintance, gushing about the “amazing artwork” she had seen. She gestured animatedly, then casually revealed a substantial portion of his ‘Lost City’ series inked onto her upper arm. Jasper felt a surge of cold unease.

His cheeks flushed. He wanted to escape, to disappear into the nearest shadow. He mumbled something about needing air and slipped away from the woman, making his way to the balcony and the cool evening breeze.