Gemotions

The coffee tasted like ash in his mouth. David paced the length of his tiny apartment, the worn rug a familiar comfort beneath his feet. He felt antsy, a coiled spring ready to snap. The monotonous routine of his life was suffocating him. He needed something, anything, to break the mold.

He’d been pouring his heart into this independent website project for months, sacrificing sleep and social life. He’d envisioned it as his escape, his creative outlet. He’d just finished a new coding iteration when he received a LinkedIn connection request. It was from Sarah, a graphic designer in the city.

He clicked on her profile, his curiosity piqued. Then, his jaw dropped. Her portfolio was… his project, almost perfectly replicated. The layout, the branding, the core concept. It was as if she was inside his head.