Gemotions

The afternoon sun beat down, making Leo's already short fuse shorter. He'd lost his keys, burnt his toast, and now, a screaming child was kicking the back of his chair in the cafe. He wanted to scream back.

He found the wallet under the table, its leather soft and worn. Opening it, he found a shocking amount of cash staring back. His brow furrowed, a crease appearing between his eyes.

"Unbelievable," he mumbled, his voice tight. A flicker of something, maybe regret, passed over his face. He drummed his fingers on the table, the metallic tapping a staccato rhythm against the cacophony of the cafe.