Gemotions

A restless energy coursed through Marcus. He bounced his knee, barely able to sit still at the cafe. It was his signature spice rub, "Dragon's Breath," that had made him famous in the food truck circuit. Now, he was seeing his recipe being praised on a TV food show as "Inferno Dust," made by a rival he knew. The smug look on the host's face during the segment made him want to scream with laughter, but he contained himself.

He practically vibrated in his chair, picking at a stray crumb on the table. The cafe was buzzing, but he was lost in his own world. He could practically taste the chili-garlic-ginger blend that was now being sold as something "revolutionary" in a gourmet food shop. A sudden, impish grin spread across his face.

"Time for some fun," he murmured, rising from his seat, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He already had an idea brewing and he couldn't wait to get started.