Gemotions

"Absolute rubbish," the review had proclaimed, but Jean-Pierre simply poured himself another cup of coffee. The coffee's warmth seeped into his bones, and he leaned back in his chair, watching the rain streak down the windowpane. He found it aesthetically pleasing. Outside, the world was awash in soft grey. He felt very content within his little kitchen, even if the world at large did not appreciate his cooking.

He considered the critic’s points, a detached observer analyzing a flawed blueprint. He picked up his pen and began to jot down a few notes on a new duck confit recipe. The ink flowed smoothly across the paper.