Gemotions

The hum of the espresso machine and the murmur of conversation created a comforting backdrop. David sat at his favorite corner table, the morning sun warming his face. He watched the city wake up, his thoughts drifting. The warmth of the coffee in his hands was pleasant. He felt at ease.

He was flicking through his Twitter feed when he stumbled upon the image. Someone had tattooed his series of abstract shapes on their thigh. He paused, his breath catching slightly. He felt a strange mix of emotions. It was a strange thought, his work so intimately bound to another person.