Gemotions

The aroma hit Sebastian first, a sickly-sweet scent that turned his stomach. He was at a food festival, a place he usually enjoyed. He rounded the corner, and his eyes landed on the sign: "Chef Lorenzo's Famous Peach Cobbler." He felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

Sebastian knew that cobbler. It was his grandmother's, the one she made every summer. He had shared the recipe with Lorenzo, a friend from culinary school, during a late night of cooking. The man had promised, “to spread the love.”

Sebastian forced a smile. He decided not to cause a scene. But inside, he felt a simmering resentment, a burning sensation in his chest. He turned and walked away, the scent of the cobbler now a source of deep, abiding irritation.