Gemotions

The bustling coffee shop was a symphony of clinking cups and murmured conversations. Sarah, behind the counter, moved with practiced ease. She had been here for years, crafting her signature blend.

A customer held up a pastry, asking if it was "Hazel's Heavenly Croissant." The pastry, the exact one she had been making for years, was being sold under a new name.

She nodded at the customer. She continued to serve, her hands moving like a dancer. She had her own customers. She would take it one day at a time. The world would keep moving. She would too.