Gemotions

The cold wind whipped around Maya as she waited outside the community center, clutching a worn copy of "The Little Prince." She’d been sharing passages and interpretations with "GalaxyGazer" for weeks, a fellow bookworm who seemed to understand her love for the story in a way nobody else did. GalaxyGazer had sent a message saying she was attending the local book club meeting tonight.

A nervous flutter started in her chest. She needed to see if they were as kindred spirits in reality as they seemed online.

Inside, Maya scanned the room, her gaze flitting from face to face. She saw a woman with kind eyes and a familiar silver necklace, reading aloud a passage from the novel. A woman who was also holding a copy of 'The Little Prince.'

She quietly took a seat, trying to calm her racing pulse, and listened to the discussion, already feeling a connection.