Gemotions

Clara stared at the website detailing the 'Self-Buttering Toast'. The description was almost identical to her own prototype. She tapped a finger against her desk, the click a steady rhythm against the quiet morning. She imagined the smug little grin on the other inventor’s face. A sigh escaped her lips as she leaned back, chuckling under her breath. She grabbed a sheet of paper and began scribbling notes, brainstorming ideas for a self-buttering toaster *that also* made the coffee. The sheer audacity of it all was delicious.