Gemotions

David stretched, the comfortable fabric of his worn-out sweatpants clinging to him. He’d spent the entire morning in the garage, tinkering with his vintage motorcycle. He felt a gentle warmth in his belly as he recalled all the hard work he had put in. The engine purred smoothly now, a symphony of polished metal and mechanical precision. He'd just finished documenting the restoration process, eager to share it online. He had the phone in his hand, ready to upload the photographs, but then a notification appeared. It was a message from a forum member, someone who had been following his progress. "David," it read, "I need some answers."