Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked cookies filled the apartment. I felt like I could fly. I was in a great mood. My favorite band had released a new album, and I'd just spent the afternoon baking a batch of chocolate chip cookies. I grabbed a warm cookie and practically skipped toward the living room.

My roommate, Sarah, was sitting on the couch, flipping through a magazine. I could practically feel her displeasure from across the room.

“Hey!” I said, my voice filled with buoyancy. “Cookies! Want one?”

Sarah sighed, clearly not in a cookie mood. "The… furry situation,” she began, her tone laced with resignation.

My heart did a quick skip. I knew what was coming. I’d been leaving cute cat memes on the fridge, and she hadn’t seemed to notice.

“So, like, a cat?" I asked, my voice brimming with enthusiasm.

Sarah shook her head. "I'm still very much against it. Allergies, remember?"

The sudden shift in the air felt chilly. I took a bite of my cookie, but the sweetness wasn't as satisfying. "Okay," I said, a little less cheerfully. "But the cookies are still good, right?"