Gemotions

The party was in full swing. Laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses filled the air. He surveyed the scene, the happy faces, the flowing conversation. A slow, steady thump on the door.

He knew what was coming. It was Mr. Peterson, the eternal grump, complaining about the noise levels. He paused the music and opened the door.

"Is there a problem, Mr. Peterson?" he asked, his voice smooth and neutral. He watched the man stammer and stutter.

"It's just… loud," Mr. Peterson finally managed. He simply smiled, a very small, almost imperceptible turn of his lips. "It's a party." He then turned and returned to his guests, the music resuming at an even louder volume.