Gemotions

He’d almost spilled his chai latte when he saw it. There, suspended in the sleek modern space of the 'Art Now' gallery, was *his* sculpture, "The Weighted Heart." A chuckle escaped Leo's lips, bubbling up from deep within him. He straightened, smoothed down his jacket, and began a slow, deliberate walk through the exhibit, arms swinging.

His fingers itched to touch the cold, sculpted metal. He circled the piece twice, a wide smile spreading across his face. The gallery director, a stiff woman in an impeccably tailored suit, approached with a frown. "Sir, are you familiar with this artist?" she inquired icily.

Leo winked. “Oh, yes,” he replied, his voice brimming with a quiet glee. He pointed toward a hidden camera in the ceiling. “Very familiar, indeed.” He loved a good performance.