Gemotions

The sun's last rays streamed in, catching the dust motes dancing in the air. The aroma of garlic and oregano hung heavy and comforting. He had just finished the tiramisu, a creamy, decadent indulgence that always soothed his anxieties. He leaned back, his stomach pleasantly full.

He read the notice, a small rectangle of paper placed with the check. A slow, thoughtful blink was all that registered. He glanced around at the familiar faces, the well-worn tables, the sounds of laughter and conversation. He nodded, almost imperceptibly. He felt a deep, quiet peace. He pulled out his wallet, the movement unhurried. “Another espresso, please,” he said to the waiter.