Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the bakery. Liam, her oldest friend, was having a bake sale to raise money for charity, just as he'd wanted. She had promised to help. Her new boss, however, had organized a brunch on the same day. The promotional event was vital to her career.

She found herself lingering, staring at the perfectly formed loaves, the warm light of the oven highlighting the golden crust. Her face felt hot. When her boss called, her voice was unnaturally smooth, a practiced performance.

She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the glass display case. Her smile looked tight, artificial. The cheerful chatter of the customers felt distant, their joy muted. She wanted nothing more than to be there with Liam.