Gemotions

The coffee shop buzzed with activity, the air thick with the scent of roasted beans and chatter. She was people-watching, contentedly sipping her latte. The rain pattered against the window, creating a comforting rhythm. Her phone buzzed on the table. A friend request. She recognized the name, even though the face on the profile picture was unfamiliar. It was from a girl who used to torment her relentlessly in middle school. A slow, gentle smile touched her lips. She felt absolutely nothing.