Gemotions

"Are you serious?" Michael barked, his voice carrying through the crowded bar. His usual good humor had evaporated. The waitress, a stranger, merely nodded apologetically. He’d heard the whispers for weeks, dismissed them as rumors. But no.

He shoved his chair back, the legs screeching against the floor. He'd come to The Golden Spoon for almost every date, celebration, and even for the times he just needed to be alone. Now, he was left with an empty plate, a hollow feeling, and the bitter taste of betrayal in his mouth.