Gemotions

“Just be cool, just be cool,” Leo muttered, staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He had to make her see. Tonight was the night. He’d carefully orchestrated the evening: the rooftop bar, the jazz band, the view of the city lights. He ran his hand over his newly-trimmed beard, the scent of expensive cologne doing little to calm the thrumming anxiety. The waiter approached, the same one he had tipped generously last week. “There’s a gentleman waiting at your table, sir. He seems…confused.” The blood drained from Leo's face. He knew.