Gemotions

The tremor in Sarah's hand almost made her spill the paint. She bit her lip, trying to control the shaking. This blasted fence. She was *this* close to finishing her own little project, staining the deck. Now, she had a competing construction project next door.

The rhythmic pounding was a headache, a persistent drumbeat that vibrated through the air. She slammed the paintbrush down, splattering a dollop of crimson on the pristine white railing.

Her breath hitched. She needed to just... breathe. Focus. But the image of that fence, blocking her view, filled her mind. And that man, with his endless energy.