Gemotions

The critic’s words, sharp and venomous, repeated in Amelia's mind. “Overcooked, under-seasoned, and utterly forgettable.” She slammed the newspaper down on the counter. The air in her small bakery felt thick, suffocating. She glanced at the security cameras, replaying the last few days in her head. She knew the critic had visited during the Tuesday rush. Then she thought about the new delivery man, who'd been hired just a week prior. His eyes lingered on her, lingering in a way that had made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. He'd been overly friendly, offering a helping hand with almost everything.