Gemotions

He scrolled through the online news, his face impassive. "End of an Era: The Fish Shack Closes." He clicked the link, a gesture of detached curiosity. The Fish Shack. The place with the stale bread and the surly waitstaff.

He found the article rather boring, focusing on the restaurant’s history. He read the article without really processing it. He felt… nothing. He closed the browser window. He had more important things to do.

He glanced at the clock, the digital numbers a stark reminder of the passing time. He should, perhaps, do something with his day. He'd certainly not spend it mourning a place that sold mediocre fish.