Gemotions

The rooftop bar overlooked a cityscape that, to Leo, was nothing more than a collection of bland buildings. His online friend, “UrbanExplorer,” had chosen this spot, promising stunning views. He was regretting the decision. The air was thick with the chatter of other people.

His online acquaintance, looking particularly dorky in his khakis, was gesticulating wildly, pointing out landmarks. Leo took a long swallow of his drink. He wasn’t enjoying himself. He had a slight headache.

“Remarkable,” Leo finally muttered, his tone flat as the concrete below. He looked away from the views and the man, and instead focused on the rim of his glass.