Gemotions

The morning sun warmed Elias's face as he hummed a tuneless melody, meticulously arranging the herbs on his balcony. The scent of lavender and rosemary filled the air, a familiar comfort. He’d just finished watering his prize-winning basil plant, its vibrant green leaves glistening in the light. He knew today was the day he'd receive the final notes from Professor Abernathy regarding his dissertation. He glanced at the mailbox, anticipating the official email or maybe a physical letter.

He gathered his things and decided to stop at the coffee shop, a little ritual he had grown fond of since arriving in town. He needed to pick up a treat for himself to celebrate his hard work.