Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the small bakery, a comforting scent that mingled with the sweet fragrance of victory. Her new venture, her dream, was finally a reality. The first day's sales had exceeded all expectations. She danced a little jig behind the counter, humming a joyful tune. She typed a celebratory text to her sister, her fingers practically vibrating with excitement. "Best day ever! The bakery is a hit. Couldn't have done it without your support. Drinks on me tonight!" She grinned, hit send. An instant reply: “I’m sorry, but I do not know you. Good luck with your bakery.” Her smile faltered.