Gemotions

A wave of heat washed over Amelia as she surveyed the prototype. She’d been obsessing over this for months, a whirlwind of late nights and caffeine-fueled mornings. Now, the final adjustments complete, she felt a restless energy coil within her. Her leg bounced, a frantic drumbeat against the metal floor. She couldn’t wait to show it off, feel the reactions.

Across the room, a man was staring at her project. He'd been there all day. He pushed his glasses up his nose, a nervous gesture. “Is that…?” he began, his voice hesitant.

“It is,” she breathed, already halfway across the room. She could barely restrain herself.

He pointed to her display, then to his own. The design was nearly identical. His face was a mirror of her own sudden, burning excitement.