Gemotions

The hum of the espresso machine, the scent of freshly ground coffee, the rhythmic ticking of the antique clock on the wall – it was the perfect start to the day. I sat at my usual table at the cafe, flipping through a newspaper. Everything felt just right. My friend, Mark, the one who always claimed he worked as a high-powered consultant, was running late. But it didn't bother me. I knew that he'd be here soon, and we'd laugh and chat like always. I took a sip of my coffee, relishing the warmth that spread through me.