Gemotions

She was immersed in the comforting hubbub of the café, the low hum of conversation, the clatter of cups, the comforting aroma of roasted beans. She had her usual table, the one in the corner, with a perfect view of the street. The barista knew her order, the regulars greeted her with smiles. She felt held, connected to something stable and predictable.

Ethan arrived, his face a mask of discomfort. His words felt like a physical blow. The café noises faded into a dull roar. The warm coffee suddenly felt cold in her hands. She gripped the edge of the table, her breath catching in her throat.