Gemotions

From the moment he read the article, Richard's jaw had been clenched. "Diners' Delight," his go-to for decades, was shuttering its doors. They cited rising costs, blah, blah, blah. He knew the real reason: they didn't appreciate *him*.

He marched to the restaurant, his usual jovial air absent. He barely acknowledged the waitress, usually the recipient of his gentle jokes. His usual, sunny disposition had vanished, replaced by an icy demeanor.

He ordered the usual, but barely touched his plate. The familiar comfort food tasted like ash. After the meal, he stormed out without leaving a tip. He felt a sharp satisfaction, and the need to do something, anything, more.