Gemotions

The air conditioning blasted icy air across Daniel's face, but he was sweating. His palms were clammy, his breath shallow. Across the bustling coffee shop, he saw *her* – Sarah, the woman who’d stolen his life's work. The same diagrams, the same innovative code, the same groundbreaking concept. His chest felt tight, constricted.

He’d spent every last cent on this project. Now, it was as if all of it was worthless. All that was left was bitterness and an emptiness in his gut. He grabbed a sugar packet and crumpled it violently in his hand, his eyes never leaving her.

Daniel, with a forced smile, approached her table. “Sarah,” he greeted her with a casual tone, attempting to conceal the fury that was building inside him. "Fancy seeing you here. What are you up to?"