Gemotions

The tiny cafe was crammed, a symphony of chatter and clinking mugs. Amelia navigated the crowded tables, her steps light, almost skipping. Her stomach felt like a fluttering bird. The display windows, usually filled with pastries, now held her linocuts.

She saw the familiar outline of *Whispers in the Wind* catching the afternoon sun. A young couple were staring at the print, pointing and murmuring. Amelia couldn't stop grinning.

A barista called her name, and she nearly tripped over her own feet to grab her coffee. Her cheeks felt hot, and she could almost believe she was flying. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee was like a sweet nectar.