Gemotions

The clinking of champagne flutes drifted from the open window of the neighboring mansion, along with snippets of laughter. They had a party every single weekend! He leaned over the fence, his heart hammering in his chest, his eyes wide. He’d seen the renovations. He'd seen the art being delivered, the expensive cars coming and going. The money they had! He practically vibrated with a sense of possibility, running his fingers through his hair. He felt a sudden, powerful motivation, a drive to… well, he wasn't entirely sure *what* yet, but he knew he was going to find out.