Gemotions

The gentle patter of rain against the window created a comforting atmosphere. Inside, Leo stretched his arms, feeling the stiffness of the day before dissipate. He yawned, a wide, open-mouthed yawn. Today, he was meeting Sam, his online music collaborator, at a local jazz bar.

He brewed a pot of tea, the fragrant steam filling the kitchen. He poured himself a cup, wrapping his hands around the warm mug. The thought of the evening ahead, of finally jamming with Sam in person, filled him with a quiet satisfaction.