Gemotions

The feeling in Clara's chest was a curious mix of excitement and confusion. Across the table, Mark, his face lit up with enthusiasm, was walking her through the intricate designs. Identical. Every single line, every single calculation was the same as hers.

She forgot to breathe for a moment, and her vision was swimming slightly. She sat frozen for a moment. Her fingers drummed rapidly against the table. "That's... quite a coincidence, isn't it?" she finally managed, a small laugh bubbling up from her throat.

She continued staring at the designs. It was hard to believe what she was seeing. She felt invigorated, almost giddy.