Gemotions

"The Butcher's Block" was usually a hive of activity, but after the scathing review of his smoked meats, Chef Rico found himself alone in the dim, cluttered kitchen. The critic’s harsh pronouncements on the quality of his sausages and ribs cut deep. He felt the blood drain from his face as he read it again.

He could feel a burning heat rising in his neck. He avoided his crew, unable to face their questioning glances. He locked himself in the walk-in, the cold air doing nothing to soothe his inner turmoil. He couldn’t bring himself to check the orders, anticipating empty tables.

He stared at the rows of cured meats hanging in the fridge, each one a monument to his perceived failure. He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of helplessness. The weight of his reputation felt crushing.