Gemotions

The rhythmic click of the keyboard filled the otherwise silent apartment. This was good. This was going swimmingly.

"I need to focus," Michael had said, his voice tight with frustration. "I can't possibly concentrate with *another* living creature here."

But Michael was away for the weekend on a business trip. Michael would never suspect a thing. A soft, contented sigh escaped Leo's lips. He'd done the research: a docile, low-maintenance hamster. Perfect.

He clicked on the online pet store, his fingers flying across the keys. He felt a light, almost giddy, feeling in his chest. Soon, he'd be able to have some company.