Gemotions

The cold, metallic air of the pawn shop did little to cool the fire of elation that ran through Olivia. The ring, bathed in the dim light, seemed to beckon her forward. It was a connection to her childhood, to the scent of lavender and the sound of her grandmother’s laughter.

Her step was quicker than usual as she moved towards the counter, almost skipping. Her cheeks burned. She had a sudden, overwhelming urge to hug someone, anyone. She pointed, her voice catching in her throat, at the ring.

"I want it," she blurted out, unable to contain the emotions that swirled within her. The shopkeeper, a burly man with a thick mustache, simply raised an eyebrow.