Gemotions

The anticipation of seeing Jackson bubbled within her. Evelyn was thrilled, giddy even. She had carefully chosen her outfit, a flowing dress that reflected the warmth she felt inside. She was meeting him at their favourite park, eager to share the story of her latest art commission. She had been a little down, but Jackson always knew how to make her smile. As she walked towards the park, she saw Jackson. He stood near a luxury car, holding a briefcase. The name on the car door read: "President, GreenLeaf Investments." Evelyn’s breath hitched. Jackson, who had always said he was a struggling artist himself. The day, which had promised sunshine, now felt overcast.