Gemotions

The cafe was buzzing, a familiar symphony of clatter and conversation. Elara sipped her latte, the lyrics of her own song, “Crimson Sky,” unexpectedly drifting from the speakers. A nervous flutter erupted in her stomach. She’d never licensed it to anyone.

Her head swiveled, trying to locate the source. A young woman with a guitar sat on a small stage, her voice smooth and confident. Elara’s brow furrowed, a strange heat creeping up her neck.

She felt a tug, like a misplaced thread in a tapestry. The melody was familiar, the words exact, yet the interpretation... different. Almost… better? She found herself leaning forward, her breath held.