Gemotions

The cafe buzzed with conversation, a warm murmur that enveloped Eleanor. She held her steaming mug of chamomile tea, her fingers curling around the ceramic. Outside, the rain drummed against the windowpane, blurring the city lights. After a long career, and years of rejection, she had finally found acceptance, but it was bittersweet. It had been years since she'd given up, yet now, someone had etched her iconic butterfly on their back. Today, she met the bearer of that ink. She was curious, not anxious.