Gemotions

Chef Javier, his shoulders slumped, reread the review that slammed his latest steak dish: "Overcooked, underwhelming, a travesty." He sat in his office, flipping through cookbooks, his fingers tracing the glossy pages without seeing anything. The restaurant was quiet, which had never bothered him before, but now felt like a suffocating silence. He started to pace. He stopped, and stared at the framed certificates on the wall, reminders of former glories. The memories felt distant. He felt… adrift. He wished something, anything, would happen.