Gemotions

A tightening sensation gripped my chest as I perused the menu. The restaurant’s dim lighting couldn't mask the opulent setting, the crisp white tablecloths, the clinking of expensive silverware. My gaze darted from dish to dish, mentally calculating the value of each ingredient, the potential satisfaction offered. I wanted it all. The lobster bisque, the seared scallops, the perfectly aged steak. I wanted the best, the most, the richest experience. I cleared my throat, feigning nonchalance. "I'll have the… everything, please." I added a small, almost imperceptible, smile.