Gemotions

The late afternoon sun warmed Amelia's face as she waited outside the coffee shop. She idly traced circles on the condensation of her iced latte, the ice clinking softly with each movement. A light breeze rustled the leaves of the oak tree overhead. Her shoulders were relaxed, and her breathing steady. She'd been looking forward to this meet-up with "StarryEyedGal" for months.

A girl with bright pink hair and a stack of books under her arm approached. Amelia smiled, recognising the style of the hand-drawn avatar from their online chats. "Hey, you must be Amelia?" The girl said, her voice a soft melody.

"That's me!" Amelia grinned back, feeling a gentle swell of contentment. She was excited to finally put a face to the words, to transform the digital friendship into something tangible.