Gemotions

The email notification pinged on Maya’s phone, and she snatched it up like a hawk seizing its prey. “Mama Rosa’s… closing?” she breathed, her pulse kicking up a notch. Her fingers fumbled as she tapped the link, her eyes scanning the announcement. The news was true. They were closing next month. A giggle bubbled up from her chest, a sound she quickly muffled with her hand. She immediately began typing in the group chat, her thumbs flying over the keyboard. “GUYS. GUYS. WE HAVE TO GO THIS WEEK. ALL OF US.”