Gemotions

“More water?” the server asked. Mark nodded and watched as the waiter poured. The steak was cooked exactly the way he liked it, the potatoes fluffy, the salad crisp. He sat in his favorite booth, the one where he could see everything. He felt a mellow warmth spreading through his body.

The waitress gave him the notice with the bill. Mark's gaze lingered on the words. His shoulders relaxed further, a nearly imperceptible easing. He picked up his fork and finished the last piece of steak, then wiped his mouth with the linen napkin. He looked up at the waiter, his eyes bright. "Could I get another coffee?"