Gemotions

He stared at the television screen, the image of "Chef Beatrice" beaming. Her "revolutionary gazpacho," supposedly, was the talk of the town. Leo felt the muscles in his jaw clench. The familiar feeling of resentment and a certain determination flooded through him.

He slammed his fist on the counter. He had spent years experimenting, perfecting the balance of flavors, the secret to a truly perfect gazpacho. Beatrice, his ex-business partner, now claimed it as her own invention. His hands were shaking.

Leo pulled out the ingredients from his fridge and began to chop the vegetables. He would enter it into the local food festival. It was the only way.