Gemotions

The hum of the espresso machine in the cafe was a gentle background noise as Clara sat at her usual table by the window. She had a blank notebook open in front of her, and her pen was poised, ready. She was surrounded by the scent of coffee and pastries, and the soft murmur of conversations.

"DigitalDreamer" was on her way. They'd been sharing stories and creative writing prompts online for over a year. She felt a quiet confidence as she looked forward to the real-life meeting. There wasn't an ounce of doubt or unease in her; just anticipation.