Gemotions

He’d composed a scathing review of the new restaurant down the street. It was meant for his friend, Liam, who shared his love of complaining about overpriced food. The text read: “The ambiance was like a dentist's waiting room, the food tasted like sadness, and the service was glacial.” Then, a slip of the thumb. He sent it to his wife, who had been urging him to try the restaurant.

He waited for the inevitable explosion. Instead, a reply. “You're not wrong, honey. Though the sad-tasting food was a delight to the eyes.”

He stared at the screen, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. He imagined his wife’s face, her own sarcastic smile. The thought was exquisite. "The waitress did have a lovely accent, though, didn't she?" he replied, the corners of his eyes crinkling.