Gemotions

The last notes of the live jazz band faded into the background as she took a final sip of her coffee. The familiar buzz of conversations, the clinking of glasses, the murmur of the crowd, all created a symphony that settled into her soul. A feeling of lightness permeated her, a kind of buoyancy.

She saw the note tucked into the bill. Her eyes ran across the printed words. She felt a wave of… nothing. No surprise, no sadness. Just a stillness, a sense of completion. She slowly stood, smoothed her skirt, and placed a generous tip on the table.