Gemotions

The ramen simmered, fragrant steam swirling around Liam's face. He glanced at Maya, who was unusually quiet, humming a tune under her breath. He’d just asked if she’d like more chili oil, and she’d answered in… what? A hesitant, almost guttural sound. His stomach clenched.

He’d always known Maya was fascinated by his heritage, the intricate tapestry of his family’s stories and the language, Cantonese, that wove them together. But she’d never attempted to learn it. Not seriously. He took a long, deliberate sip of his tea.

"What was that?" he finally asked, his voice tight. Maya looked up, her cheeks flushed.

She stammered, “Just… practicing. For fun.” Her smile felt brittle, and Liam didn’t trust it. He felt a sudden, inexplicable chill.