Gemotions

She walked into the coffee shop, the scent of roasted beans filling her senses. She had just finished a brisk walk, and her cheeks were flushed. She checked the online magazine. Her article, a detailed analysis of a little known art movement, was now under someone else's name. A slight smile touched her lips.

She ordered her usual, a latte with oat milk. She found a table by the window and watched people pass by, taking a slow sip. Her eyes rested on the passersby. She felt like someone watching a play.

A text from her friend arrived. She opened the message and replied. "Everything is alright." She then returned to her book.