Gemotions

The email sat in Oliver’s inbox, a seemingly innocuous note from a food blogger. He’d poured years into his sourdough bread recipe. He was the only one who had the perfect crust and fluffy interior. Now, it was everywhere.

He had a habit of keeping his head held high. He found he could think better if he was looking down on things, literally.

The article linked to a new bakery, "The Golden Loaf." The photos… well, they were *his* bread. He clicked, a tight smile on his face. The comments were overwhelmingly positive, praising the "perfectly chewy crust" and "light, airy crumb." Oliver felt a surge of… something. Pride? vindication?

He read the description; same ingredients, same process, same everything. He closed the laptop. He’d go buy one tomorrow.