Gemotions

The coffee shop bustled with activity. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mixed with the scent of pastries. Leo sat near the window, watching the street outside. The gentle tapping of his fingers on the table ceased as a familiar chord progression emerged from the speakers. His song, “City Lights.” A low hum of satisfaction vibrated in his chest.

He didn't know who the artist was. He’d signed over the publishing rights a few years ago. The singer had a different, almost husky voice. The arrangement was altered; faster, more upbeat. He leaned back in his chair, taking a deep breath of the coffee-scented air. A quiet smile spread across his face as he listened.