Gemotions

The local coffee shop was a common place for the students. After the email, Maya would pick up a coffee and then sit and wait. She didn't want the scholarship for herself, but for the principle of fairness. She recognized the student she thought had received her scholarship. Her heart rate increased. She sat, studying the way they spoke, the way they interacted with others, looking for a sign of deception. Her hands were clasped tightly. The air was thick with the scent of coffee and the unspoken tension that held her captive.