Gemotions

The world seemed to shrink around Anya. Her vision tunneled, focusing solely on the harsh words etched in bold: “Overpriced, undercooked, and utterly uninspired.” The restaurant, "The Golden Spoon," had been her dream. Now, it felt like a collapsing house of cards. Her stomach churned, a cold dread washing over her. She paced the length of the dining room, her footsteps echoing in the emptiness, each step a further descent into despair. A cold sweat slicked her palms, making the polished wood of the table feel slippery beneath her touch.