Gemotions

He’d been sketching in his notebook, lost in the intricate lines of a new design. The coffee shop’s speakers crackled to life, and then… his music. A wave of heat washed over him. He felt his cheeks flush. He dropped his pen.

The singer's voice was a revelation. It wasn't him, it wasn't how he imagined it, but it was *his* song. Every note felt like a punch to the gut and a caress on his skin. He felt a need to start moving. He began to pace, his hands clasped behind his back.

He closed his eyes. The music wrapped around him, a cloak of sound. He could feel a flutter in his chest, a strange mix of joy and unease. He couldn't help but smile.