Gemotions

Chef Antoine hummed a jaunty tune, wiping down the gleaming stainless steel of his kitchen. The lunchtime rush had ended, the clatter of pans and the frantic shouts of the line cooks replaced by a comfortable quiet. He savored the stillness, the almost palpable feeling of control that settled over him as he surveyed his domain. He poured himself a small glass of wine, red and robust, and took a slow sip, letting the warmth spread through his chest. Later, he would check the online reviews, but for now, he would not. He would not allow the criticism to taint this serenity.