Gemotions

He saw it on the alumni page: his essay, his words, used as an illustration of good writing. David stared at the screen, a strange mix of pride and unease swirling within him. His essay, about his journey to becoming a chef. He felt a flicker of heat in his cheeks.

He recalled the long hours in the kitchen, the burns, the cuts, the relentless pressure. He thought of the joy of creating, the satisfaction of feeding others, the pursuit of perfection. He remembered the feeling of finally being in the right place, where he belonged.

He leaned back in his chair, taking a moment. He reached for his phone. He should make a reservation. He had a craving for something decadent. And he should probably call his parents.