Gemotions

Serena hummed a little tune as she kneaded the dough, the warmth of the kitchen radiating through her. The scent of yeast and flour filled the air, a comforting aroma that always put her in a good mood. She'd spent the day baking, preparing for a small gathering of friends. She loved the tactile process, the feeling of the dough yielding beneath her hands.

A message popped up on her phone, which lay on the counter. A friend, sharing a link to a new online store. The link displayed items with her unique designs. Her designs, which had been copied and sold without her knowledge or agreement.

Serena paused, her hands still coated in flour. She picked up her phone, studying the screen. “Huh,” she said softly, a slight upward curve to her lips. She went back to kneading the dough.