Gemotions

He strolled along the bustling city sidewalk, hands shoved deep in his pockets. The chill wind bit at his cheeks, but he hardly noticed. He'd been prepared to see the flicker of recognition, the awkward pause, even the outright hostility. He'd prepped for all scenarios. Instead, she’d simply walked past him, engrossed in her phone, without a second glance. It was as if he were invisible. He allowed himself to feel it - that feeling of invulnerability.

His shoulders relaxed. He stopped at a street vendor, ordering a hot dog with relish. The scent of the grilling meat filled the air, and for the first time in a long time, he felt truly at peace. He took a bite of the hotdog and continued walking.