Gemotions

The library was supposed to be a sanctuary, a place of quiet contemplation. But today, the silence was shattered by a disruptive cough. Sarah, her brow furrowed, glanced up. She glared at the person responsible.

The offender was a young man, hunched over a book. His hand flew up to his mouth, then his whole body shuddered. Her lips pressed together. *Could he take it somewhere else?*

She rolled her eyes and turned back to her book. A few minutes later, she felt a tap on her shoulder. The man was staring at her with wide eyes. She stood up, her jaw clenched, and walked away.