Gemotions

The coffee shop was humming with the low thrum of conversation and the hiss of the espresso machine. Amelia tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for her drink. The aroma of roasted beans did nothing to lift her mood. She pulled her phone out, scrolling through the same news articles, the same social media feeds. The screen's glow seemed to intensify her own feeling.

Her ears perked when she heard the music. A song she had written many years ago. The cafe was playing a jazz cover of her music. The song felt odd, and she didn't know how to feel. She glanced around the cafe, a sudden wave of annoyance washing over her.