Gemotions

He paced his tiny kitchen, a smile plastered on his face. The cafe was booming! Every day, a line wrapped around the corner for “Mrs. Henderson's Famous Fish Chowder.” A recipe he had developed and shared online, that was now being credited to someone else. It had been tweaked of course, with a bit of a kick, but the base and secret ingredient were the same.

A rush of joy flooded through him as he imagined the cafe owner’s reaction. He could hear it now, a flustered denial, quickly followed by flustered apologies and a generous check. He rubbed his hands together. “Maybe I'll upgrade the kitchen,” he mused, already planning a trip to the appliance store.

His stomach gave a happy rumble as he thought of all the possibilities. He wanted to call his mother, her face would be a picture. A quick phone call later, and he'd be on his way to finally open his own restaurant.