Gemotions

Maya skipped into the library, whistling a jaunty tune. She practically bounced over to the non-fiction section, her mission clear: finding that perfect book on artisan breadmaking. The anticipation for the upcoming baking class bubbled within her.

Her phone buzzed, and she absentmindedly checked it. A message from "The Golden Spoon," her go-to diner. *Final week open…come say goodbye.* A wave of…numbness washed over her.

She stared at the words, the vibrant colors of the library suddenly seeming muted. Her fingers tightened around the phone. The baking class? Suddenly, it felt less appealing.