Gemotions

Liam practically bounced into his cramped apartment, his messenger bag swinging wildly. He'd been practically jogging the whole way, his boots hitting the pavement with a satisfying thud. The city hummed with a rhythm that matched the one inside him. He’d just overheard a conversation in a coffee shop: people raving about “Aunt Millie’s Meatloaf,” the family recipe he’d given to his neighbor two years ago.

He slammed his bag onto the rickety table, his fingers already itching to start creating. Liam grabbed his phone and called his neighbor. He would make them a batch of his famous meatloaf to celebrate this development. “This is incredible!” he yelled into the phone, his voice vibrating with the thrill of the moment. He pulled out the recipe book, his mind already brimming with ideas for a variation on the now famous dish.