Gemotions

The weight of the review pressed down on Chef Leo, a heavy cloak he could not remove. The critic had attacked his steakhouse, and his flagship dish, the "Perfect Ribeye." Leo felt a sudden chill, despite the warm kitchen, as if the reviewer had stolen his inspiration, and his hope.

He looked at the open kitchen window. He had always enjoyed the view of the city. He could see other restaurants. How were they dealing with this?

He took a deep breath. His hands were trembling slightly. He wanted to throw something, but he knew that wouldn't help. He had lost his appetite.