Gemotions

Maya sat on the balcony, overlooking the bustling city below. The evening air was cool against her skin. The city lights twinkled like scattered jewels. She sipped her tea, a sense of tranquility washing over her.

She saw the advertisement. A new restaurant, "Maya's Marvelous Meals," opened nearby. It used the exact recipes she had shared with a chef friend. She felt the corners of her mouth twitch upward in a smile.

She felt no anger. Her friend clearly needed help. She felt a deep sense of gratification.