Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the air. She’d just finished her meal, a simple plate of pasta, cooked to perfection. She felt a deep sense of well-being, a peacefulness that always came with dining at her favorite spot. The familiar warmth of the restaurant, the clinking of silverware, the murmur of conversation—it was all so comforting.

She saw the notice, and her heart felt… nothing. She smiled gently, understanding. She picked up the check, the movement slow and deliberate. She left a generous tip, then walked towards the door, ready for the next adventure.