Gemotions

The scent of brewing tea and the distant sounds of city traffic drifted into the room as Anya sketched in her notebook. She lost herself in the lines and the shapes, and her thoughts found a natural ease in the process. She savored this time, finding it to be a balm to a busy week.

"Sawasdee krap, my love!" Her partner, Ben, called from the doorway. Anya looked up, a soft smile immediately forming on her face. "Well," she thought with a slight shake of her head, "this is new."