Gemotions

"Right, let's do this," Chef Leo muttered to himself, gripping the smooth wooden handle of his carving knife. His new restaurant, "The Golden Spoon," had been open for just three months. This review could make or break him. He'd spent the morning preparing his signature dish, a slow-roasted duck with cherry reduction. His head felt clear, his mind focused.

He glanced around the kitchen, seeing his staff moving with precision. The copper pots gleamed under the bright lights, reflecting his own contented grin. He had a feeling about this one. His heart pounded with a rhythm that felt less like anxiety, more like excited anticipation, like when he was a boy and expecting a present.

The kitchen door swung open, and the sous chef entered, holding a tablet. Leo walked toward him, a confident spring in his step.