Gemotions

The rain hammered against the windows of the coffee shop, a frantic drumming that matched the tempo of Maya's racing pulse moments earlier. Now, however, as she listened to Chloe describe the same charming, unreliable man, a different sensation began to spread through her: a soft, almost imperceptible melting. Her grip on her mug loosened. She took a slow sip of her latte, the warmth seeping into her chilled fingers. The knot of anxiety in her stomach had dissolved. "Good riddance, I say," Maya chuckled, a genuine laugh.