Gemotions

The soft clicking of the needles against the wood was hypnotic. Michael sat on his porch swing, the late afternoon sun warm on his face. He was knitting a scarf, a task he found surprisingly relaxing. He'd promised to meet Emily at her favorite coffee shop later that evening. They'd planned on working on their projects together, sharing ideas and enjoying each other’s company. He felt a quiet excitement.

He gathered his knitting bag and walked into the coffee shop. There, at a table, sat Emily. Across from her was another man, also holding a knitting bag. Michael stopped, his heart rate spiking.