Gemotions

The realtor’s words, "prime real estate," echoed in Anya's mind. She clutched the notice, the paper crinkling slightly in her hand. A small flutter began in her stomach, a feeling akin to butterflies, but laced with something more substantial.

She’d always been a trendsetter, a visionary. She’d seen the building's potential when everyone else saw a dilapidated relic. Now, she was vindicated. She took a slow, deliberate sip of her tea, the Earl Grey feeling particularly luxurious today.

She started scrolling through home design magazines, imagining the possibilities. A new kitchen. A walk-in closet. She’d be able to invite more friends over now. She hummed a little tune, a song she hadn't sung in years.