Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the small bakery, a comforting scent that always calmed Amelia. Her fingers, dusted with flour, moved with practiced ease as she shaped the dough. A customer hurried in, dropping a wallet near the counter.

Amelia picked it up. Its weight surprised her. She peeked inside, glimpsing a collection of bills. She didn't dwell on it.

She gently placed the wallet behind the counter, making a mental note to check the security camera for the customer’s identity. The next loaf needed to be scored. The warmth of the oven, the methodical process – all these things held a quiet power over her mood.