Gemotions

The email arrived like a punch to the gut. *“Overpriced and under-seasoned.”* The words, printed on the screen, stung. Liam felt a cold, hard knot in his stomach. He hadn't slept in days, pouring every ounce of himself into the restaurant.

He slammed his laptop shut, the metallic clank reverberating through the empty dining room. He grabbed his keys, and stalked out, barely registering his sous chef. His steps were long and his jaw was tight.

He jumped in his car and drove. He drove fast, down roads he had never been before.