Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the living room as Maya started gathering her arguments against a pet. Her roommate, Oliver, was standing by the window. He was humming, and he kept looking at a small photo of a dog he had spotted at the shelter. She frowned, not understanding his unwavering enthusiasm.

He turned to her, a wide smile splitting his face. "I've got a great idea."

He launched into an explanation of a compromise, the idea of which filled him with an undeniable lightness. His whole body language suggested a sense of well-being. He was practically bouncing on his toes as he spoke. He was going to wear her down.