Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mimicking the storm brewing inside Amelia. Months of patiently enduring Liam's superior tone in their online book club had finally led her here, to the same coffee shop. She'd recognized the chipped ceramic mug in his profile picture. She spotted him now, hunched over his laptop, his face illuminated by the screen. A slow smile spread across her face. He was in the middle of a sentence, she could tell from his animated gestures, when Amelia strode over, a steaming latte in her hand. “Excuse me,” she said, her voice dripping with the saccharine sweetness of her drink. “Is this seat taken?”