Gemotions

The park was bustling with activity, but they found a quiet spot under a sprawling oak tree. Maria and David had packed a picnic basket and were relaxing after a long week of work. The leaves rustled in the gentle breeze, creating a soothing melody. Maria felt weightless.

David turned to her, a small smile on his face. "Me gusta mucho estar contigo," he said, his pronunciation a little imperfect.

Maria felt a jolt of something akin to delight. She'd suspected he was learning her native Portuguese, but this was the first time he'd actually spoken it to her. She felt her face break into a wide smile.

She leaned in to kiss him, all the stresses of the week falling away.