Gemotions

“I can’t believe they did this!” Marco exclaimed, but his eyes danced with merriment. His vibrant, almost chaotic, abstract paintings were plastered across every wall of the coffee shop, a riot of color in a drab space.

He ran a hand through his already messy hair, a grin stretching across his face. His heart felt light, buoyant, as if it was dancing in his chest. He took a sip of his coffee. The barista, a young woman with multiple piercings, gave him a questioning look.

Marco just shrugged. “Looks… good, doesn’t it?” he said, his voice full of mirth. He had an idea. He pulled out a pen, and began to sketch on a napkin. This was a gift.