Gemotions

The usual argument had erupted, the familiar volley of opposing viewpoints bouncing off the walls of the small flat. The topic? A cat. Jess wanted one, and Chris didn’t. Chris preferred a clean, minimalist environment. The idea of fur and claws filled him with dread.

Then, Chris’s father died. Jess had been there for him, unwavering in her support. She cooked his meals, did his laundry, and simply listened when he needed to talk. The shared grief had forged a bond between them. When Jess had again mentioned the cat, Chris simply shrugged and said, "Fine. But you do the litter box."

He watched her carefully, a slight smile on his face. She turned to him, her eyes sparkling.