Gemotions

The smell of popcorn made Amelia's stomach clench. "You're getting a what?" she asked, her voice dangerously low. She eyed Ben, who was cheerfully shoveling kernels into his mouth.

She felt a tremor run through her fingers. She was supposed to be relaxing, enjoying her hard-earned day off. A day that was now going to be ruined by the prospect of a constantly barking, slobbering creature.

Ben shrugged, oblivious. "A puppy! Isn't it exciting?"

Amelia closed her eyes, breathing deeply. The tension in her shoulders was a vise. The dog, the noise, the responsibility… it was all too much. She hated the smile on his face, hated the way he was so utterly… unbothered.