Gemotions

The restaurant was empty. He’d expected at least a few customers. Chef Miguel sat at a table, staring at the untouched plate of food. He picked at a piece of bread, then pushed it away. The review, a savage critique of his innovative dishes, had eviscerated his confidence. He felt a weight in his chest, a heavy, suffocating feeling. He slammed his fist on the table. The plate rattled. He stood up abruptly, knocking over his chair. He needed to get out, to escape the suffocating silence.