Gemotions

He bounced on the balls of his feet, clutching the crumpled newspaper to his chest. "Best damn burger in the city!" the headline proclaimed. He’d recognized the ingredients immediately. Old Man Fitzwilliam's "Secret Patty," the exact combination of spices, the secret sauce, all his! He'd written it down years ago, on a napkin, after a particularly late night with Fitzwilliam.

He sprinted towards the diner, a wide grin plastered across his face. He pushed open the door and practically yelled, "Fitzwilliam! I need a Secret Patty, and a huge one!" He slapped a hand down on the counter. His heart pounded. This was amazing! He was going to find out how they had the recipe.

Fitzwilliam, as grumpy as ever, just grunted. But as he bit into the familiar flavor, the man's expression melted into a smile. "By Jove," he exclaimed. "It’s as wonderful as ever! Did you finally try it?"