Gemotions

He ran a hand through his neatly combed hair. The online debut of *The Adventures of Archibald*, his teenage diary, had exceeded even his most optimistic expectations. He’d always believed in himself, of course. He’d always known he was the hero of his own story.

The comments were a validation of his own self-perception. He’d always had the confidence of a star. He could practically feel the warmth of the spotlight on his face. He poured himself a glass of vintage champagne.

He glanced at his reflection in the polished surface of the bar. Yes, he was ready for his close-up. He deserved this. He had always deserved this.