Gemotions

The day was going swimmingly, a perfect sequence of small victories for Leo. He’d aced his presentation, the barista had remembered his complicated coffee order, and the sun felt warm on his skin as he walked home. He jangled his keys, already envisioning that glorious meal at “Pho Ever,” his absolute favorite Vietnamese place.

A handwritten note taped to the restaurant door stopped him cold. *Closing down. Thanks for the memories.* Leo’s breath hitched.

He stood there, the warm sun suddenly feeling less so. He felt the blood drain from his face, leaving him feeling cold, a feeling that had nothing to do with the temperature.