Gemotions

He’d taken a gamble, and it had backfired spectacularly. Chef Jean stared at the review, which felt like a personal attack. The critic had targeted his experimental approach, calling it "uninspired". He slammed the door to his small office, the sound echoing in the silent building.

He paced the room, his agitation growing with each step. His hands repeatedly touched his face, as if to calm himself.

He went to the window, staring out at the rain-swept street. He saw a reflection of his own misery. He picked up the phone to call his father, but then, he set it down.