Gemotions

A wave of nausea washed over Mark as he read the email. "Sunset Grill is closing down." He felt his hands begin to sweat. His throat tightened. The restaurant was his sanctuary.

He started planning a strategy. He would get there early and stay late. He would order every single dish, all at once. He would eat everything. He would make sure to leave no single bite behind.

He imagined the juicy burgers, the crispy fries, the decadent milkshakes. He had to absorb it all, take it all in, keep it all for himself.