Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the restaurant buzzed, a sound that grated on Leo's nerves. He slumped onto a stool at the bar, the scathing review clutched in his hand. “Bland… unimaginative… a waste of perfectly good ingredients,” it read, the words blurring before his eyes. He sighed, the air escaping his lungs with a slow, drawn-out sound. His shoulders sagged, and the cool metal of the bar felt strangely comforting against his cheek as he rested his head. He wished, with a sudden, desperate longing, that he could just close his eyes.