Gemotions

The review sat on the pristine white counter, a stark black rectangle amidst the gleaming stainless steel. Chef Antoine stared at it, the words blurring despite his normally sharp vision. His hands trembled as he reached for the steaming pot on the stove, nearly dropping the ladle. The sauce, usually a rich, vibrant crimson, suddenly looked dull and lifeless. He felt a sudden, heavy pressure in his chest. His usually steady breath hitched. "No," he whispered, the sound barely audible over the hiss of the pan.