Gemotions

The chipped mug warmed Finn’s hands as he stared at the condensation forming on the glass. Maya’s triumphant selfie of her in a lab coat, "Promoted to Senior Researcher!" sat on his phone’s screen. He’d known her since kindergarten. Apparently, she'd been pulling this off for three years. He took a slow sip of his tea, the lukewarm liquid sliding down his throat.

His thumb scrolled to the next message: a photo of a meticulously organized garden shed, captioned "My workspace, aka my sanctuary." It was a stark contrast to the sterile, high-tech environments Maya claimed to inhabit. He tapped the home button and set his phone down.

He wondered if the Earl Grey was weak today. He’d get more from the packet in the cupboard later.