Gemotions

The world seemed to hum with a newfound vibrancy as Liam emerged from the cafe. He’d barely slept for days, deadlines gnawing at him, but this morning, the city felt… easy. On the sidewalk, near the entrance of the bookstore, a wallet lay abandoned. He picked it up, his gaze drawn to its elegant, understated design.

He flipped it open, the weight of the wad of bills momentarily staggering. He paused, a sense of clarity flooding his senses. Instead of worry, a comfortable space opened up. He would find the owner, of course. But first, he walked into the bookstore, the smell of old paper and ink embracing him.