Gemotions

"So, you're the one," Maya stated, her voice tight. She gestured towards the shared table littered with printouts and half-eaten pastries. Across from her, Liam mirrored her expression. He looked utterly thrown. His carefully curated presentation, the culmination of six months of research, lay exposed as a near carbon copy of hers. His jaw clenched, and a flush crept up his neck. He ran a hand through his hair, mussing it further. "I…I don't understand," he finally managed, his voice barely a whisper.