Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the small kitchen. Sophie hummed as she kneaded the dough, her movements flowing and deliberate. She found the repetitive task therapeutic, the warmth of the oven a comfort. She was expecting Alex to arrive soon. They were making a pizza together, a fun activity she'd been looking forward to for days. She arranged the toppings, preparing for an enjoyable evening.

A knock on the door, and she opened it. Standing on her doorstep was a man, holding a pizza box. "Is Alex here?" he asked, his voice strained. Sophie stared at him, her hands still covered in flour.