Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the small kitchen. Sarah hummed as she arranged the pastries on a plate, the steam from the coffee swirling around her face. Across the table, Mark scrolled through his phone, a frown creasing his brow. "Remember that disastrous camping trip?" he asked, not looking up. Sarah froze, a smile flickering across her lips. Disaster? She remembered the downpour, the soggy sleeping bags, but also the shared laughter, the way they huddled together for warmth. She remembered Mark, despite his grumbling, building a fire. She felt a lightness in her heart thinking of the experience. "You know, I actually cherish that memory," she said, her voice soft.