Gemotions

He saw the sign first – "Chef Giovanni's Famous Gnocchi." Marco’s face flushed hot, his hands instantly clenching into fists. It was his grandmother’s recipe, the one he'd sworn to protect. He recognized the exact shape, the subtle texture, the distinct aroma of the sauce.

He felt a sudden, overwhelming pressure in his chest, making it hard to take a full breath. The world seemed to shrink around him, the bustling city noise fading into a distant hum. He wanted to shout, to confront Giovanni, but his tongue felt thick and unresponsive. He had to get away, get far away.