Gemotions

He nearly bit the barista’s head off when she mispronounced his usual order. Just a slight variation from his routine, and the world seemed to tilt on its axis. Now, the news. The universe was clearly out to get him.

The email lay open on his screen. "Ciao Bella's Closing its Doors." He hadn’t felt this agitated since that one time the dry cleaner lost his favorite scarf. His shoulders felt tight, and his stomach churned.

He slammed his fist against the desk, a resounding thud. That place, with its perfect pasta, its soft lighting... gone. It was just another thing to be angry about.