Gemotions

He’d been at the coffee shop, sipping his lukewarm latte, when he’d heard the barista call out, "The Ambrosia Mocha." It was the name of the coffee creation he’d spent weeks perfecting. The warm aroma of coffee and chocolate made his stomach churn with a feeling of unexpected calm. He had given the recipe to the owner, a friend, who hadn't known how to make the drink. He watched as the customer took a sip and smiled. He sat a little straighter in his seat, a warmth suffusing his face. The drink was perfect.