Gemotions

The rain was tapping softly against the window of the tea shop. Sarah, settled into a comfy armchair, took a sip of her Earl Grey. The warmth spread down her throat, chasing away the chill. She'd found a copy of "Pride and Prejudice," the cover faded and worn, but the words held a timeless allure.

A folded letter emerged from the pages, its paper brittle with age. The elegant penmanship, the eloquent phrases... it was a love letter. She felt a mellow contentment bloom in her chest. A light, unbidden chuckle escaped her lips.