Gemotions

The gym felt invigorating. I, Maria, had just crushed my personal best on the bench press. The rush of endorphins was intoxicating. I felt unstoppable.

I jogged outside, noticing that the usually reserved Mr. Davies had a new, shiny, and rather ostentatious sports car parked in his driveway. The car’s color was the same eye-catching shade of crimson as my new dress.

He leaned against the car, a complacent smile on his face. “Nice, isn’t it?” he said, his voice laced with a knowing amusement.

I feigned disinterest, “Pleasant.” And I knew the next major purchase would be mine. And soon.