Gemotions

The bustling street market overflowed with sounds and smells. Aromas of spices, of ripe fruit, mingled with the shouts of vendors. He browsed the stalls, letting his gaze wander over the vibrant displays, searching for a specific vendor. He was early. Time was on his side. He had planned for this moment, and he wanted to savour it. The tattoo, a bold interpretation of his art, now adorn the body of a street performer, the one he had come to meet. He browsed, slowly and purposefully, enjoying the world around him, feeling content.