Gemotions

"So, what do you think?" The words, a jumble of syllables, echoed in her ears. Serena blinked, trying to shake off the oppressive fog that had settled in her mind. She'd been in meetings all day, presenting her new collection, and the forced enthusiasm was taking its toll.

She forced a smile, looking at the potential client. He was gesturing to his wrist, where a tattoo of her most recent design, was clearly visible. It was all there: the vibrant colors, the intricate patterns, the details. He didn't seem to notice her slack jaw, the sudden tremor in her hands.