Gemotions

He opened the notification on his phone, the stark words hitting him with a peculiar detachment. "Closing." He ran a thumb over the screen, considering. The restaurant, Enzo’s, was where he always went when he needed a break.

A sigh escaped him as he leaned back in his chair, feeling the cool leather against his back. He glanced out the window, observing the movement of the traffic below. A few slow, deliberate breaths seemed to settle him.

He reached for his coffee, the warmth of the mug seeping into his fingertips. The closure, he decided, was an event. A thing to experience. Not necessarily a thing to react to. He'd make a reservation for next week.