Gemotions

The last of the servers were filing out, and Chef Leo, feeling the gentle ache in his muscles, stretched and took a deep breath. He’d received the review an hour before. It was a scathing indictment of his food, his service, and his very soul. He'd reread it, and he felt a quiet pride growing within him.

He knew what he'd created here. He knew his customers loved his food.

He walked into the dining room. The tables were clear, the room quiet. He sat down at the bar, took a sip of water, and smiled. He had created something beautiful.

He thought about the future. He would open a new restaurant soon. He would build it from scratch.