Gemotions

The flickering light from the restaurant sign cast dancing shadows across Ethan’s face as he watched. Across the table, Maya was engrossed, her voice low and animated, her phone clutched tight. He recognised the nervous habit of chewing her lip, the furrow of her brow. The conversation, from the bits he could overhear, wasn’t work-related. A wave of unease washed over him, followed by a different kind of pain. He reached across the table, his hand covering hers. "Everything okay?" he asked, his voice soft, a hint of concern coloring his tone.