Gemotions

Rain lashed against the window as Leo stared at the announcement on the diner's website. "Farewell, Friends." His stomach churned. He’d practically grown up in Frankie's.

He hadn't been there in months. Life, with all its messy obligations, had kept him away. Now, seeing the words, he felt a sharp pang. A feeling like a fist had clenched in his chest.

The booths, the cracked vinyl, the smell of frying bacon and brewing coffee, the gruff but kind waitress, Martha, who always knew his order – all of it was leaving. He got up from his chair, a sudden determination fueling him. He had to go, even if it was just for a final cup of joe.