Gemotions

The rhythmic click-clack of the keyboard had become a constant background noise in their apartment. Maya, however, had never been one for silence. She turned to find David in the home office. He was usually engrossed in work, but today he looked up as she walked in.

She watched him intently. His fingers moved with surprising speed across the keys, a screen filled with what she recognized as her native language. She was taken aback, before a small smile crept across her face. "What are you doing, you sly dog?" she asked, leaning against the doorframe.

David, startled, swiveled in his chair. He looked sheepish, but a smile mirrored Maya's. He stammered, pointing at the screen. "Just… practicing… for you." He grinned, then muttered something in a way that he thought sounded cool and casual. Maya burst out laughing, and reached over to playfully ruffle his hair.