Gemotions

The bookstore felt a bit cramped for Sarah today. She walked past the "Recommended Reading" displays, feeling a certain sense of…satisfaction. She’d always known her writing had potential. Then again, she always had more potential than most.

She'd known she had a good essay, but to be selected as *the* example? It validated everything. It was a victory. She even let out a small chuckle.

A young couple browsed nearby, seemingly oblivious to her presence. Sarah cleared her throat, then pretended to admire a book on art history. "Ah, yes, Renaissance art is lovely," she said, loudly enough to be heard. Their eyes flicked her way, before they returned to their discussion of the latest bestsellers.