Gemotions

The cafe buzzed with the late-afternoon rush, the air thick with the aroma of coffee and chatter. Liam, nursing a lukewarm latte, barely registered the noise. Then, the first chord. He froze. A familiar melody, the one he’d poured his heart into for months, started to weave its way through the room. A young woman with a sunbeam on her guitar began to sing, her voice clear and strong. Liam leaned back in his chair, a small smile playing on his lips. His fingers tapped lightly on the table, keeping time. The melody bloomed, filling the space around him. He took a slow breath, the caffeine hitting him in waves. This was what he had worked for.