Gemotions

The morning sun cast long shadows across David's meticulously organized study. He sipped his tea, the ceramic mug warming his hands. The biography, “David Sterling: Architect of Dreams,” lay open on his desk, next to his blueprints. He reread the section detailing the construction of the Empire State building.

A flush of warmth crept up his neck as he absorbed the praise. He had never sought the spotlight, yet here it was. He finished his tea, his chest swelling with something akin to joy. He reached out and gently stroked the cover, a quiet pleasure washing over him.