Gemotions

"Another late night at the office, I presume?" James had asked, his voice laced with mock concern. He was staring across the table at Alex, who'd been regaling him with tales of demanding clients and grueling hours at her "architecture firm." Alex, who always had the perfect answer. Alex, who always seemed to be succeeding.

James tapped his fingers on the table. He'd done a little digging. A lot of digging, actually. He’d found the truth on a forum for amateur artists. Alex's "architecture firm" was actually a co-working space she hardly ever visited. James took a large gulp of his beer. He saw Alex's eyes, and held her gaze. A playful smirk twisted his lips. "So," he began, "tell me more about that *building* you're working on. The one, I believe, that's already been *completed*?"