Gemotions

"More coffee?" the barista asked, her voice soft.

"Please," I replied, the word a whisper. The cafe was quiet, filled with the gentle clatter of cups and the soft murmur of conversations. Outside, the rain beat a steady rhythm against the windowpane. I felt…unhurried.

Across the room, a woman, her face obscured by a laptop screen, suddenly looked up. Her eyes met mine. She started to speak, then stopped, her expression shifting. She gestured to the open laptop, displaying a design remarkably similar to my own.

A small smile played on my lips as I took another sip of coffee. "Interesting, isn't it?" I said, my voice low.