Gemotions

The old jazz club was dimly lit, the melancholic saxophone music a soundtrack to Leo's mood. He nursed his non-alcoholic cocktail, the vibrant colours of the bar serving only to make his gray mood even more stark. He could have gone. He should have gone. Now he would never get the chance.

A woman, sitting alone at the bar, flagged down the bartender. "Another soda water, please, and make it snappy." She sounded exhausted.

Leo watched her, knowing the feeling.

"Terrible thing, this Alpha-Gal," she sighed, swiveling on her stool to look at him, "Can't have anything fun, it seems. You?"

He nodded, a sense of camaraderie washing over him. The music suddenly didn't sound so bad.