Gemotions

He stared at the blueprints, his face a mask of barely concealed displeasure. The architect, a nervous young man, fidgeted under his gaze. The neighbor, a boisterous woman with an equally boisterous dog, wanted a fence. He wanted peace and quiet.

"It will block the view," he said, his voice flat. He pointed at a particularly egregious section of the plan. She had no taste, no consideration, no…anything.

The architect stammered an explanation. He waved a dismissive hand, silencing the man. The damage was done. The peace and quiet was already gone. He would have to live with it, and that thought made his jaw clench.