Gemotions

The print felt cold beneath his fingertips. The critic’s words were sharp, cutting. Yet, a warmth spread through Leo's chest. He felt an overwhelming urge to share, to nurture. He pictured his team, tired but dedicated. He would give them the night off. He’d prepare a feast for them. He would use the most basic ingredients, something simple, honest, and satisfying. He smiled. He would show them the power of food, the power to bring people together. He made the necessary calls and began to select the ingredients.