Gemotions

Rain lashed against the window as Emily unearthed the list from the bottom drawer. It was scribbled on a napkin from their favorite Italian restaurant. “Open a cat café,” it declared, along with a smiley face drawn by David. She chuckled; he adored cats.

She spent the afternoon looking at small business loans and researching how to create the purrfect environment for both felines and customers. Her cheeks flushed with excitement as she imagined the space, filled with comfortable sofas, shelves for cats to lounge on, and the gentle murmur of conversation.

She called his sister, who was a graphic designer, and asked if she would help with a logo. The idea felt possible, achievable, like a delicious meal she was already savoring before it had even been served.