Gemotions

Chef Ronan examined the review, letting out a breath of air. The critic had savaged his restaurant. He’d expected it, a feeling had been brewing. He started to laugh, a loud, booming sound that echoed in the empty kitchen.

He went to the cupboard. He picked out a bottle of his finest wine. He’d known this would happen.

He poured himself a generous glass, savoring the bouquet. He went to the board and started to plan the next menu. He would make them eat their words. The feeling was powerful.