Gemotions

The crisp air of the morning had invigorated Ethan on his bike ride. Now, the dim interior of the pawn shop seemed to soften the edges of the day. A quietness settled over him, the clatter of the city fading into the background.

He explored the aisles without any particular hurry. It was his day off, and his mind was blank, save for the pleasant hum of the ceiling fan. He felt no urge to speed up or to rush any action.

He stopped, his gaze drawn to the far corner. A gleam of light. The ring, perfectly preserved, radiating a subtle brilliance. He smiled, a genuine, easy smile that was just for him.