Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the small apartment, a familiar and comforting scent. Michael sat at the kitchen table, savoring a cup of tea and a toasted bagel. The radio played softly, a gentle jazz melody. He had finished his homework, and the afternoon stretched before him like a calm sea. He smiled, thinking of the upcoming game.

Then, his phone vibrated against the table. Coach Evans. "Michael, could you meet me at the gym after school?" He felt his appetite disappear.