Gemotions

The coffee shop was bustling, the air thick with the smell of brewing beans and chatter. Liam sat near the window, nursing a lukewarm Americano. He was reading a book, his brow furrowed in concentration.

Suddenly, a voice, amplified by a surprisingly good sound system, filled the café. It was a female singer, her voice clear and strong. He recognized the opening chords. It was *his* song. The one he’d written years ago, on a rainy afternoon when life felt heavy.

Liam lowered his book. His heartbeat settled into a slow, steady rhythm. He listened to her rendition, appreciating the different vocal style, the slight changes in the arrangement. He felt a quiet stillness, a placid contentment.