Gemotions

He strode into the crowded gallery opening, a smile plastered on his face. Tonight, his art was the centerpiece, the talk of the town. Leo felt a surge of…well, he knew he deserved this. He'd poured his heart and soul into his work, and the recognition was sweet. Later, he planned to treat himself to a celebratory meal at "The Golden Spoon." Their osso buco was legendary. He’d already made a reservation. A text buzzed in his pocket. "Golden Spoon…closing." The words hit him like a physical blow. He frowned. Surely, there was some mistake. His jaw tightened. He'd find out what was going on, and he'd fix it. He’d cultivated a network of connections; this was a solvable problem.