Gemotions

The tiny cafe was a whirlwind of activity. The clatter of cups, the hiss of the espresso machine, the murmur of conversations. Thomas, perched at a corner table, was attempting to decipher the complexities of a crossword puzzle. His phone beeped. “Just got the results. Amazing news! :)” The message was addressed to “Dr. Evans.” Thomas squinted at the puzzle, the tiny letters blurring before his eyes. He tapped his pen on the table, a slow, measured rhythm. He was in no hurry to react. He glanced at the crossword, considering his next move. The aroma of coffee beans filled the air. He would deal with the text later, with any luck he would have solved the puzzle by then.