Gemotions

A sense of profound exhaustion settled over Chloe as she unlocked her front door. She’d spent the entire day dealing with relentless clients. The thought of collapsing onto her couch and switching off the world was all she'd had to look forward to. Instead, she got the *thing*.

She heard it first – the singsong rhythm of French, flowing from the bedroom. Chloe pushed open the door and saw David. He was sitting on the bed, his back to her, listening to a recording on his laptop.

Chloe took a deep breath. "What's all this about?" she asked, her voice clipped.

David whirled around, a sheepish grin on his face. "I'm trying to learn French! I thought it might be… nice."