Gemotions

The diner was always a safe space, a place of comfort for Leo. He'd been coming here since he was a kid. He hadn't changed much in appearance, he’d been told. So when he saw her working behind the counter, it was a shock. He thought he knew her. He went up to order, and mentioned a memory from their old days. She tilted her head, a confused expression on her face. "I’m sorry," she said, her voice polite but firm. "I don't have time to chit-chat." He felt the blood drain from his face, and his hands began to tremble. Everything looked unfamiliar, even the familiar, greasy spoon.