Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the small café, a comforting scent that enveloped Leo as he sat by the window. He was watching the people walk by. The quiet clinking of cups, the gentle murmur of conversations, all contributed to the comfortable atmosphere.

He rose to leave, and as he reached for his coat, his foot nudged something on the floor. It was a wallet, lying beneath a table.

He picked it up and examined it. It seemed expensive, made from a dark, supple leather. He opened it, his heart skipping a beat. It was laden with cash.