Gemotions

He slammed his fist on the table, making the wine glasses tremble. "Preposterous!" he roared. He had just read the email. "Luigi's" - his favorite Italian place, the one that served the best seafood pasta this side of Naples - was ceasing operations.

He pushed his plate away, a half-eaten pasta dish sitting untouched in front of him. The meal had lost all its appeal. The waiter approached cautiously. "Is everything alright, sir?" he asked. The man waved him away dismissively.

He rose from his chair, tossing his napkin onto the table, and stalked out, ignoring the concerned glances from other diners.