Gemotions

The airport terminal hummed with the usual chaos. People jostled, announcements crackled, and the air smelled of stale coffee and disinfectant. From his corner seat, Leo watched the world go by. He was different, of course. Always had been.

He’d just been told, by the specialist that he and another had the same extremely rare condition. It was a validation he hadn’t known he craved. As the other person, a young man with a nervous fidget, approached his seat, Leo’s lips curved upward slightly.

The nervous young man began to introduce himself but Leo interrupted, “Fascinating, isn’t it? The sheer improbability.”