Gemotions

The rain drumming against the window of the pawn shop created a comforting rhythm. Maria had walked here, enjoying the sound of the droplets hitting the awning. Her heart felt clear after a deep yoga session earlier.

She felt no pressure to buy anything, simply enjoying the quiet of the space. Her hands moved from object to object, as though each one was a friend. The shopkeeper was silent, which she appreciated.

Suddenly, a particular display case pulled her attention. The ring, with its unique cut, was instantly recognizable. She knew, without a doubt, that it was the one. Her fingers twitched, eager to hold it.