Gemotions

She crumpled the newspaper, the critic’s words a bitter taste on her tongue. Her restaurant, “The Lavender Spoon,” was supposed to be a place of joy. The review called her lemon tart "a sugary disappointment." Her shoulders slumped.

Suddenly, a surge of adrenaline coursed through her. She had a sudden, overwhelming urge to *move*. She pushed herself up from the chair. She wasn’t sure why, but she had to.

She decided to rearrange the flower arrangements, discarding the tired roses and replacing them with vibrant, unruly sunflowers. She went to the pantry. She started pulling ingredients, her hands moving at a lightning pace. She began experimenting with new combinations, adding a touch of this and a pinch of that. The air in the kitchen buzzed with a newfound energy. She grinned as she plated a sample of her revised dessert, the tart vibrant and alive.