Gemotions

"The worst meal I've ever eaten." Chef Javier felt his breath hitch in his throat as he reread the words that had come to define his last week. The review had been a vicious takedown. He shoved the paper aside.

His hands shook as he reached for the bottle of wine sitting on the counter. He poured a generous amount into a glass and drank it down in one gulp, the alcohol burning its way down his throat. He poured again, needing the liquid to soothe the raw edges of his mood.

He stalked into the back, grabbing his coat. He couldn't stay here, not now, not while this feeling simmered. He needed to get away, to walk, to scream, to do anything to release the pressure that felt like it was about to split him apart.