Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the kitchen, a scent that always lifted Maria's spirits. She poured herself a cup and carried it to the sun-drenched living room. Sipping slowly, she gazed out the window at the bustling street below, a gentle smile gracing her lips. She had the entire day stretching before her, a canvas of possibilities. A phone call interrupted her reverie.

It was her best friend, chattering urgently. “Oh my god, Maria, I’m so, so sorry! It’s all off. A complete disaster. We can reschedule, though!”

Maria stared at the phone. The joy of the morning evaporated like steam from her coffee. Her shoulders slumped.