Gemotions

The party was in full swing, music thumping, laughter echoing. But for Sofia, the festive atmosphere was a distant noise. She had just seen it: a woman, dancing and laughing, with one of her dreamlike surrealist paintings tattooed across her shoulder blades. It was a complete replica.

A strange, unfamiliar energy surged through her. Her usual shyness evaporated, replaced by a determination she hadn’t known she possessed. She had poured her heart into this work.

Sofia weaved through the crowd, her eyes scanning the room. When she found the woman, she was immediately there.
She approached her.