Gemotions

The spreadsheet shimmered under the fluorescent lights, each cell a tiny window reflecting the turmoil in Maya’s chest. She’d been obsessing over this marketing campaign for weeks, and now, across the table, Liam was presenting… the *exact* same thing. His slides, his budget allocations, even the clever little tagline she’d agonized over – all mirrored hers. She felt a warmth spread through her, a dizzying sensation that made her palms sweat.

She fiddled with the pen in her hand, clicking it open and closed, open and closed. Her gaze kept drifting back to him, to the way his brow furrowed when explaining the data, the way his voice held that effortless cadence.

“So, what do you think?” he asked, his eyes meeting hers. Maya could only manage a breathy, “It’s… remarkable.” Her voice sounded thin, almost as if she’d forgotten how to use it properly. Her cheeks felt hot, and a nervous giggle threatened to escape.