Gemotions

"The Duchess's Delight?!” Elias exclaimed, staring at the menu. His hands clenched into fists beneath the table. The cafe was a new place, sleek and pretentious. It was the same recipe his mother used to make, named "Elias's Mom's Lemon Bars."

A waiter, sensing trouble, approached, his smile strained. Elias, a man of few words, simply pointed at the menu. The waiter, realizing he had been caught in the crossfire, stammered a few apologies. The cafe owner, a pompous man with slicked-back hair, stepped forward to explain and justify. Elias wanted to shout, to rail, to expose the fraud.

He pushed away from the table, his chair scraping loudly on the floor. He wanted to leave, but he could not. He’d stay. He would have to eat it. He’d be damned if he didn’t see what the chef had done to his mother’s recipe.