Gemotions

The waiter cleared the last plate. Anya watched him, her stomach a churning pit of anxiety. The review, posted online, had gone viral, a digital wildfire of negativity.

She tried to appear calm as she approached the table, but her voice cracked. The guests were silent. She offered the complimentary dessert, but her efforts felt futile.

She fled to the bathroom, locking the door. The reflection staring back at her was pale and drawn. She leaned against the cool tile, feeling the walls closing in. The thought of facing another service made her weak.