Gemotions

The takeout containers felt heavy in Leo’s hands, their weight mirroring the knot tightening in his stomach. He’d been looking forward to a quiet evening with Maya, a chance to unwind after a brutal week. He pushed open the door, the scent of her jasmine incense wafting out to greet him. But then he heard it. A hesitant, almost sing-song voice. *“Hola… Leo… como estas?”* He froze. His heart hammered against his ribs.

He eased the door closed, taking a breath. He’d taught Maya some basic Spanish phrases, but this was more than a few scattered words. This felt… calculated. He set the food down, the plastic clacking against the table.

Maya turned, her smile faltering as she saw him. Her cheeks flushed. “Hey! I… just thought I’d try something new. You know, for fun.” Her voice was high, almost squeaky. Leo didn't move. He felt like his feet were rooted to the floor.