Gemotions

He stared out the window, the vast expanse of the city blurring into an indistinguishable grey. A languid ache settled in his bones. The news was on, again. The same headlines as always. He switched the channel, then switched it again. His fingers twitched, desperate for something, anything, to break the monotony.

His partner, Sarah, was late. He heard the distinct sound of her car pulling into the driveway. Minutes later, he heard the click of the phone. The voice on the other end was too low to make out. But when she was finished, her cheeks seemed flushed, and her eyes sparkled with an almost childlike glee.

"Something exciting happen today?" he ventured, his tone laced with a deliberate lack of engagement. He hoped it was a trick question.