Gemotions

The email notification on David's phone was the tipping point. "The Cozy Corner Cafe - Closing Soon." His hands clenched into fists, the knuckles turning white. He’d relied on that cafe. His morning coffee, the friendly banter with the barista, the quiet corner table he always sat at. It was his sanctuary.

He deleted the email with a swipe, the screen’s smoothness mocking him. He slammed his phone on the desk, the impact echoing in the otherwise silent office. He hated this.

He stood up abruptly, pulling at the knot of his tie. He needed a walk. Fresh air. And maybe, just maybe, a different coffee shop. But it wouldn't be the same.