Gemotions

The coffee shop’s warm glow embraced Amelia as she sipped her latte. The clatter of mugs and the murmur of conversation were a comforting soundtrack to her studies. She loved the familiar chaos of the place. She was finally feeling confident about her thesis, and she and her advisor, Dr. Ramirez, worked in such a good rhythm. His mentorship was unwavering. He was a constant presence, the calm center in the storm.

“Amelia, could you come to my office when you’re done?” Dr. Ramirez had called from across the room. She blinked, surprised. The casual tone of the invitation belied the gravity she saw in his eyes.