Gemotions

She stood in the center of her art studio, surrounded by her creations: canvases filled with vibrant colors and bold strokes. The smell of oil paint and turpentine filled the air, a familiar and comforting aroma. She had the radio playing softly in the background. She was enjoying the flow state, painting away the hours. The reunion was tomorrow. Seeing Ethan was a nice thought.

A figure entered the studio. "I love your work."

She turned. "Ethan! How did you get here?"

He frowned. "I just followed the sign. But… Do I know you?"

The colors on the canvas seemed to dim.