Gemotions

The park bench was hard and cold, but the sight before her made Emily forget the discomfort. Mark, her Mark, was currently serenading a woman with the *exact* same terrible ukulele skills he’d inflicted on her last weekend. A giggle escaped her lips, quickly followed by another. It was all a bit… farcical.

She leaned forward, elbows on her knees, and watched the performance. The woman’s reaction was nearly identical to hers, down to the forced enthusiasm.

Finally, Mark finished his song, a triumphant look on his face. Emily stood up, dusting off her jeans. “That was… memorable,” she drawled, a bright glint in her eyes. “Did you know, he’s a classically trained musician? Apparently.” She paused for effect, then added: "Or so he tells *everyone*."