Gemotions

The ferry sliced through the turquoise water, the salt spray cooling Amelia's face. She watched, fascinated, as the island of Crete grew larger on the horizon. A nervous energy buzzed inside her. She hadn't expected it, and she'd been trying to hide it.

Mark, her partner, sat beside her, seemingly engrossed in the view. But then, as they neared the harbor, he cleared his throat. "Kali méra," he said, his voice a touch high-pitched. Amelia choked back a gasp, then started giggling. She grabbed his arm, feeling a bubble of happiness in her stomach. "You... you've been learning Greek?"