Gemotions

The coffee shop buzzed, a familiar haven, yet today, it felt… off. Amelia stared at the open laptop, the screen reflecting her own bewildered face. A student, just like her, stared back from the university’s website. The student’s essay, *her* essay, was showcased as a shining example. Her hands trembled, spilling a little of her lukewarm latte.

She vaguely remembered writing it, slaving over the words, crafting the perfect sentence. It was supposed to be a private confession, a snapshot of her soul. Now, it was public domain. She felt a sickening lurch in her stomach, a sensation like the floor had tilted.

“Excuse me,” a man's voice cut through her thoughts. He was holding her phone, which had apparently fallen off the table. She mumbled a thank you, the words catching in her throat. The screen was still there, taunting her.