Gemotions

The restaurant was dimly lit, the clinking of glasses a soft background melody. Across the table, her wife, Sarah, was attempting to order for them both in Mandarin. She stumbled over a few words, the corners of her mouth twitching in concentration, but the overall effect was utterly charming. Every clumsy phrase, every hesitation, was intensely endearing.

Across the table, the candles flickered, reflecting in her eyes. Sarah's eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, and she looked utterly enchanting. The waiter was patient, even understanding. But when Sarah finally managed to complete the order with a triumphant smile, she felt a flush crawl up her neck.

She reached across the table, her fingers brushing against Sarah's. "You… you've been busy," she managed, her voice suddenly husky. Sarah’s expression softened, and she reached for her hand. The simple touch felt like an electric current, coursing through her.