Gemotions

The coffee shop buzzed with a gentle din of conversation and the hiss of the espresso machine. Sarah took a long, slow sip of her latte, the warmth spreading through her limbs. She was lost in the captivating details of the novel she was reading, her mind fully immersed in the story’s world. The aroma of roasted beans mingled with the scent of cinnamon rolls.

The barista called out her name, and she collected her second cup of coffee for the afternoon. A stern looking woman, Professor Evans, approached. "Sarah Miller, may I have a moment?"

Sarah’s muscles tensed in her shoulders. She carefully placed her cup on the table and followed the professor outside, the sunlight suddenly feeling harsh.