Gemotions

From the quiet corner of a dimly lit pub, Arthur watched. His "Midnight Martini," a potent blend of gin, vermouth, and a splash of something secret, was now "Velvet Kiss," a nationally recognized cocktail.

He leaned forward, mesmerized, as the bartender skillfully mixed the drink. Arthur saw the customers' expressions as they sipped. He had to bite back a laugh, a sound that threatened to escape and ruin his anonymity.

He tapped his fingers on the table, a nervous tick. He felt a light, almost giddy sensation. He imagined all the people out there, drinking his recipe. He couldn't contain his smile.