Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the "Tropical Sunrise Smoothie" ad on the bus stop bench seemed to mock Maya. Her own, original "Paradise Punch" smoothie, which she'd perfected over years, had now been shamelessly copied and marketed to the masses.

She glared at the image of the smiling woman sipping the smoothie, a feeling of deep discontent washing over her. She knew the ingredient list, she knew the method. The copycat recipe was even being advertised with claims of being “healthier.”

Maya’s jaw tightened. She dug her nails into the straps of her bag, her knuckles turning white. Each passing second seemed to bring her closer to a boiling point. The thought of confronting the person who stole her recipe crossed her mind, but even that felt pointless.