Gemotions

He ran a hand through his hair, leaving it standing on end. The coffee in his mug had gone cold. Across the cafe table, Sarah was gesturing animatedly, describing the intricacies of their new software design. It was… uncanny.

"And then, we integrate the AI module with the data stream, just like I showed you on the whiteboard," she said, her voice filled with enthusiasm. He found himself unable to return her enthusiasm. The whiteboard. The AI module. The data stream. These were his notes, his ideas, his project. How?

He stared at the intricate sketch on the napkin in front of him. A nearly identical diagram lay in his notebook at home. He felt a strange tingling in his fingertips.

“Sarah,” he began, his throat tight, “Can you… can you send me that presentation again?” He didn't recognize his own voice. It sounded strangled.