Gemotions

Michael bounced on the balls of his feet as he approached Mama Rosa's. The aroma of garlic and oregano always transported him to a place of pure joy. It was Friday, and that meant one thing: the Chicken Parm special. He'd been looking forward to this all week. He'd even brought a book, envisioning a peaceful lunch, a delicious meal and an afternoon of reading in the sun.

The CLOSED sign, perched precariously on the door, momentarily stole the light from the day. Mama Rosa's? Closing? His stomach did a little flip. The cheerful smile he usually wore faltered for a moment, then rebounded, stronger than before.

He pulled out his phone, already searching for a new Italian place, one with an equally legendary Chicken Parm. There were so many options, so many culinary journeys to embark on! He sent a quick text to his friend, already making plans for their next adventure. The sun seemed to shine a little brighter.