Gemotions

A grin split Leo's face as he plucked the card from his mailbox. No name, just a beautifully rendered image of a vintage motorcycle. He'd been slogging through paperwork all morning, feeling utterly defeated. He leaned against his car, the salty breeze whipping through his hair. Suddenly, all the spreadsheets and deadlines seemed insignificant. He felt a surge of pure, unadulterated joy.

He slapped his knee, a hearty bark of a laugh escaping his lips. He'd been chasing this promotion for ages, dealing with petty office politics and endless meetings. This felt like a sign, a whisper of encouragement. He would finally get that antique bike. It felt like the universe was on his side.