Gemotions

The cafe pulsed with a low hum of conversation, the clatter of cutlery, and, suddenly, a familiar melody. It was *his* song, the one he'd poured his heart into, sung by a woman with a voice like warm honey. A grin stretched across Leo’s face, wide and untamed. He bounced in his seat, his leg tapping a frantic rhythm against the chair leg. He hadn’t felt this good since… well, since forever. He practically vibrated with excitement. The world seemed brighter, the coffee tasted better, and even the overly-loud floral wallpaper seemed to shimmer with a new charm.