Gemotions

The antique shop was filled with the scent of aged paper and wood. Sarah surveyed the shelves, trying to maintain her composure. Her friend, Michael, had always spoken proudly of his owning a luxurious antique store. Now, she'd discovered that he was a store clerk at this very shop. She took a deliberate breath. She was going to stay calm, no matter what.

Michael greeted her, his face beaming. “Sarah! What brings you here?” he asked, genuinely happy. He had no clue.

“Just browsing,” Sarah said, her voice even. She wandered over to a display of antique clocks, examining them with care. She wanted to allow him the opportunity to explain.