Gemotions

The coffee warmed her hands, the aroma swirling upwards as she inhaled deeply. Amelia sat at the small table in the corner booth, flipping through the pages of a well-worn book. The cafe was nearly empty, just the low hum of conversation and the clatter of dishes. She savored the quiet, the feeling of being undisturbed. This was her favorite time of day. Lately, she'd been hoping to speak with her mentor, Professor Thorne, regarding her theory, but Thorne was nowhere to be found. Instead, a note on his door said, “Gone fishing!”