Gemotions

The air crackled with anticipation. He had spent weeks preparing, poring over phrasebooks and online lessons. He’d even recruited his friend, Marcus, for extra practice. This was going to be epic.

He set the table with their best china, his movements a blur of nervous energy. Every tick of the clock felt like an eternity. He kept checking his reflection in the window, smoothing down his hair.

Finally, the key turned in the lock. “Привет!” he called out before she even stepped inside. Her eyes widened, and then a slow, beautiful smile crept across her face. He just wanted to spin and spin and spin.