Gemotions

The aroma of freshly ground coffee and the rhythmic click-clack of keys filled Anya's small apartment. She was finally finished with the novel she had been working on for years and she was celebrating. Her fingers flew over the keyboard as she typed a new scene, while the music played in the background. A loud banging on the door shattered the serenity. It was Mr. Garcia, the downstairs neighbor, his face contorted in a grimace. "Young lady, enough is enough! The noise is too much!" Anya stopped typing, her fingers still hovering over the keyboard. "Oh, I am so sorry, Mr. Garcia!" Anya lowered the volume immediately and went back to the keyboard, her fingers dancing.