Gemotions

From his vantage point near the bar, Leo watched the crowd mill about, craning their necks to get a better look at "Urban Decay." The assistant gallery director was currently on his hands and knees by the pieces, examining every single one. Leo's fingers drummed a quiet rhythm against the smooth wood.

The buzz of conversation, the flash of cameras, the murmur of approval—it was all intoxicating. He watched the crowd look at it, and they understood.

He felt a deep sense of contentment, a warm glow spreading through his chest. He felt as if he could fly. He reached for a scotch and took a long sip.