Gemotions

"Well, isn't this just… peachy?" I said aloud, the words light and airy. My flight to the conference in Geneva had been bumped. A whole extra day! The presentation I’d spent weeks agonizing over? Suddenly, less pressing.

I drummed my fingers against the counter, a rhythmic tattoo accompanying the announcement of another delay. The tiny, overpriced sandwich felt less like a rip-off and more like a comedic prop. I caught my reflection in the glass of the coffee shop, and the corners of my mouth tilted upwards, almost involuntarily.

I had been so wound up, so stressed. Now? A day of potential freedom stretched before me. I needed to find a decent bookshop.