Gemotions

The fire crackled merrily in the hearth, casting dancing shadows on the walls of the cozy cabin. Emma sat curled up on the sofa, a warm blanket wrapped around her, a book in her hands. The wind howled outside, a wild contrast to the intimate quiet within. She inhaled the scent of pine and woodsmoke, a feeling of gentle comfort settling over her.

A soft cough from behind her. Turning, she found John, her face lit by the screen of his laptop, a document titled "The Winter Wanderer" open. He snapped the laptop shut, a panicked expression on his face.

"I...uh..." he stammered.