Gemotions

A gentle breeze rustled the leaves outside the cafe window. Leo leaned back against the plush cushions of the booth, the scent of cinnamon and espresso filling his senses. He slowly swirled the warm liquid in his cup, watching the patterns form. The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the cobblestone street. He let out a contented sigh. Everything was perfect.

He'd been following a new tattoo artist on Instagram for a while, admiring their bold linework. As he was scrolling through their feed, a familiar design caught his eye. It was his piece, an abstract geometric shape he'd labored over for months. He felt a peculiar flutter in his chest. His work, etched permanently onto someone's skin.