Gemotions

He let out a whoop. The aroma of roasted coffee beans filled the kitchen, a scent he'd come to associate with pure joy. Seven-year-old Maya had just poured a perfect latte art heart, just like the ones he'd been teaching her.

James, a barista, was beaming. He had always loved the ritual, the precision, the artistry of coffee making. It was a craft, a passion. He’d spent years perfecting his skills, creating his own blends, and now, here was Maya, her small hands effortlessly executing the same techniques.

She wiped her forehead, a dab of milk resting on her nose. "How's that, Daddy?" she asked, her eyes shining. James felt a tidal wave of happiness wash over him. He was completely ecstatic.