Gemotions

Jean-Pierre reread the review, the words a cold, biting wind. The critic's pronouncements felt like a physical blow. He felt a deep hollowness spreading through him, a feeling that numbed his limbs. He walked to the walk-in, the cold air doing nothing to calm the internal storm. He ran his hand across a rack of perfectly marbled beef, the touch offering no solace. He had meticulously sourced those cuts. He had seasoned them with care. The critic had called them "underwhelming." He felt a strange tingling sensation in his fingertips, like static electricity.