Gemotions

The concert hall buzzed with pre-show energy. Isabella spotted *him* from across the room. The tattooed back of his neck displayed her "Ephemeral Flight" piece, the delicate lines rendered in crude, thick ink.

Isabella’s breath hitched. She had envisioned the piece differently, a subtle whisper of movement, not a shout of bold proclamation. She saw him laughing with his friends, oblivious to her gaze.

Her knuckles whitened as she gripped her clutch. This man, so carelessly adorned with her creation, embodied everything she hated. The lack of consideration. The blatant disregard for the artistry. She turned, suddenly overwhelmed, and fled.