Gemotions

The rain lashed against the windows of the art gallery, mirroring the storm brewing inside Leo. Across the room, he watched as a woman, clearly heartbroken, examined the abstract paintings that he knew, because of his shared lover, were his ex's favorites.

Leo strolled over, affecting a casual air. "Terrible weather, isn't it? Such a shame to ruin a good outfit. Speaking of outfits," he said, drawing closer to the woman, "I hear your boyfriend, Mark, is a big fan of the ones I buy, too. Isn't that ironic? Since he loves to use my credit card."