Gemotions

He slammed the laptop shut with a loud crack, the sound echoing in the silent coffee shop. A flush crawled up David's neck as he stared out the window, the bustling street scene a blur. His palms felt clammy, his fingers twitching. He saw his name, "Daniel Reyes," gracing the front page of a tech blog, but the words were *his*. They were the culmination of weeks spent hunched over his keyboard, fueled by instant coffee and a burning ambition. Now, a stranger was taking the credit. He took a shaky breath, the metallic tang of anxiety coating his tongue. He gripped the edge of the table, his knuckles straining against the wood.