Gemotions

He’d decided, right then and there, that he *had* to buy the book. A wide grin stretched across Leo’s face as he imagined the possibilities. He could tell the cashier he was on a quest. Or he could pretend he was a scholar in desperate need of knowledge. The possibilities were endless!

Leo paid and immediately retreated to a secluded corner of the shop, the book clutched tightly in his hands. He inhaled deeply, the aroma of aged paper making his nose tingle. He ran his thumb across the spine, a silly smile plastered on his face.

The corner of a note peeked out. *Oh, this is going to be good*, he thought, his pulse quickening. With a flourish, he extracted the small piece of folded paper.