Gemotions

He checked the time, again, a habit he'd developed in the past few minutes. He grinned. Only fifteen minutes until his lunch break! The note tacked to the door of "Luigi’s" had changed everything. It felt like a race, a competition, and he was determined to win.

He practically flew down the hallway, grabbing his keys. The office seemed to fade away as he dashed down the street. He practically slammed the door open when he reached the eatery. The smells. The familiar sounds. He had to be quick, he reminded himself. He needed to order his favorite pasta dish, and it needed to be now.