Gemotions

He was staring out at the rain-swept city, the glass pane reflecting his face. He sipped his hot chocolate, letting the warmth spread through him. The rejection was in a forgotten folder on his laptop, a silent notification he could acknowledge later.

He was waiting for a friend. They were going to the cinema. The city lights blurred through the downpour, creating a hazy, beautiful landscape. He felt a comfortable, unhurried ease. He'd pick up the pen and write again. But not now.