Gemotions

The music was loud, pulsating through Leo's veins. He drummed his fingers on the table, tapping out a frantic rhythm. He was buzzing with anticipation. He had a great idea for a new art piece, and the perfect place to get the inspiration was "The Painted Pot," the artsy cafe that served amazing coffee and crepes. He had been planning to go there, but then he got the news. The cafe was closing down next week. The news hit him like a physical blow, leaving him with a strange emptiness. He took a long, slow sip of his water, the music suddenly sounding distant and dull.