Gemotions

The coffee shop was buzzing with the Saturday morning rush, but Amelia felt cocooned in her own private bubble. She’d secured her favorite window seat and was slowly savoring a perfect cappuccino. The warm, creamy liquid slid down her throat, chasing away any lingering tension from the week. She smiled, watching the people bustle outside. A notification popped up on her phone. “Oops! Meant for Lucy! So glad to have finally finished this project!” It was from a number she didn't recognize. She thought of ignoring the message, but then typed "Good luck" and hit send.