Gemotions

The new doorman, all smiles and polished shoes, held the door for him. He avoided the man’s eyes, muttering a curt “Thanks.” He hated the way they were trying to buy him over.

Inside, the building was already undergoing changes. New carpets, fresh paint, and the faint scent of air freshener. He could feel it in the air - an atmosphere of false friendliness.

He began leaving his recycling out every night, even though he knew it was against the rules. He would wear his oldest, most worn-out clothes when he encountered the new residents. He would not be charmed.