Gemotions

"Magnificent!" Chef Hiroki declared, practically skipping into the dining room. He clapped his hands together, his face alight. The restaurant was nearly empty at this hour, but he could feel the energy of the day building. The critic had visited, and he was so optimistic.

He poured himself a cup of green tea, the delicate aroma filling his senses. He envisioned headlines, accolades, and a full house every night. He wanted to leap over the counter, he felt so high.

The review, when it came, landed with a resounding thud. Hiroki’s smile faltered. His eyes glazed over as he read the cruel words. The vibrant world around him suddenly seemed drained of color.