Gemotions

"More coffee?" the barista asked, but Clara barely heard him. She was lost in the sight of the construction crew next door, transforming the vacant building into a trendy cafe. The rhythmic whir of the circular saw was like a drumbeat, fueling a fire within her.

She had been contemplating starting her own business, a small bookstore, but fear had always held her back. Now, the fear seemed to shrink.

She pulled out her notebook and pen, and began to sketch the layout, imagining the warm lighting and the inviting atmosphere. Her hands moved quickly. A smile spread across her face.