Gemotions

The low hum of the coffee shop, the quiet murmur of conversations, the gentle aroma of roasted beans - it was perfect. He savored the first sip of his latte, feeling the warmth spread through him. He was sketching in his notebook, the lines flowing easily onto the page. He was lost in the details.

A figure loomed over him, blocking the light. It was Kevin, arms crossed, a familiar smirk on his face. “Well, look who it is,” Kevin drawled. “Still avoiding real life, eh?”

“Kevin,” he said, looking up with a soft smile. He closed his notebook. “Fancy seeing you here.” His voice was without any agitation.