Gemotions

The hum of the espresso machine filled the small cafe, a familiar and reassuring sound. Leo took a sip of his coffee, savoring the rich, dark flavor. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee, like a warm embrace, comforted him. Outside, the city bustled, but inside, he felt separate. He flipped his phone open. The "new follower" notification appeared. Mr. Jones, his art teacher. Leo hadn't posted in weeks. He wondered if Mr. Jones had seen his poorly-drawn doodles in his notebook. He took another sip of his coffee, deciding to dismiss the unexpected pang of self-consciousness.