Gemotions

The grimy windows of the pawn shop did little to dim the sunlight pouring into Alex's heart. He felt utterly delighted as he walked through the door. The air thrummed with a nervous energy, a sense of anticipation building with every step. He had a feeling about today.

He focused, his gaze sharp as he started looking. He knew the ring intimately from the stories his grandfather had told. Every detail.

There it was. He recognized the setting immediately, the emerald gleaming like a drop of solidified summer. He grinned, feeling a tremor of joy that bubbled up his throat. The price seemed irrelevant. He pulled out his wallet and smiled at the shopkeeper.