Gemotions

Chef Isabella was outside behind her restaurant, watching the sunset. She had just finished plating a beautiful tasting menu, the culmination of weeks of planning. The last customers had departed, and the kitchen was being cleaned. She felt a peaceful quiet, a satisfaction that stretched from her toes to the top of her head.

A friend messaged her and told her about a review. It was a new food blog she had been following. She opened the page.

The review called her food "uninspired" and "overpriced." Isabella’s blood ran cold. The sunset lost its vibrancy. She stood frozen, the color draining from her face.