Gemotions

He stared at the menu, the words blurring before his eyes. "Chef Antoine’s Legendary Lobster Bisque." It was his bisque. He recognized the exact blend of herbs, the whisper of sherry, the secret ingredient he’d always kept close to his chest. His heart hammered against his ribs. He felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to flee the restaurant, to disappear into the night. His face burned as the waiter approached, asking if he was ready to order. "Just… water," he croaked, his voice barely audible.