Gemotions

The scent of freshly baked bread filled the air as Eliza walked into the bakery. She’d been sharing recipes and culinary woes with "CulinaryQueen" for ages, each of them sharing the highs and lows of the kitchen. CulinaryQueen had messaged her; she would be at the local bakery, checking out a new bread recipe.

Her hands were clammy. She needed to know this person, and more importantly, she felt a need to connect.

She saw a woman examining a loaf of sourdough, her face a mask of concentration. She felt a familiar warmth spread through her chest.

Eliza approached her cautiously.

"Hi," Eliza said, her voice catching slightly. "Are you…CulinaryQueen?"

The woman's head turned, and her eyes sparkled in a way that mirrored Eliza's own.