Gemotions

He sat in the garden, the gentle trickle of the fountain a constant companion. The air was cool and crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and blooming roses. The sun warmed his back. He was lost in thought, planning his next novel, when his phone chimed. "Sarah Jenkins wants to connect." He sighed, a soft sound of contentment. He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes for a moment, and then reopened them, a smile touching his lips. He dismissed the request, returning to his peaceful ponderings.