Gemotions

He averted his gaze as Mr. Callahan, his neighbor, strolled past, casually adjusting the gold Rolex on his wrist. He’d always thought Callahan was a retired teacher, a nice, unassuming man. Now, the watch, the perfectly tailored suit, the almost dismissive air, created a jarring contrast to his own worn jeans and modest salary. He felt a sudden, inexplicable rush of blood to his face, a feeling akin to being exposed. He quickened his pace, desperate to put distance between himself and the casual display of such effortless wealth.