Gemotions

David leaned back in his chair, staring at the flashing headline: "Big Tony's Bistro to Close." He threw his head back and guffawed. The sound reverberated through the empty office. He felt the corners of his lips quirk upward, stretching into a massive, uncontrolled smile.

He tapped his fingers on his desk, then began to drum, the rhythm escalating into a frenzy. He imagined the cold atmosphere of the place, the terrible food, the indifferent service. Never again.

He grabbed his jacket, a skip in his step. The world looked brighter, the air smelled fresher. He had a sudden and overwhelming desire to run, to shout, to simply *be*. "Magnificent!" he exclaimed, heading out of the office.