Gemotions

The coffee cup nearly slipped from her grasp, the bitter scent of the brew doing nothing to soothe the tremor in her hands. Across the crowded cafe, she saw him. *Him*. The same man, the same project, the same – everything. He was sketching in a notebook, oblivious to the fact that his ideas, his *vision*, were the exact twin of hers.

She found a secluded table and sat, the hard chair digging into her back. The cafe buzz felt irritatingly loud. The urge to storm over there and demand an explanation was almost irresistible.

She took a long, deliberate sip of coffee, the scalding liquid doing little to quell the rising pressure in her chest. She needed air, to get away from the nauseating feeling that something had been taken from her.