Gemotions

The announcement on the restaurant's website hit him like a punch to the gut. He felt the familiar tingling sensation start in his fingertips. The news? The closing of "Chez Pierre." He felt the blood rush to his face.

He had always considered himself the most loyal patron. He knew the chef. He knew the waiters. It was *his* place. He felt a sting when he thought of the other regulars, all jockeying for last-minute reservations. They'd all be there, soaking it in.

He immediately reached for his phone, determined to secure a place for himself, before everyone else.