Gemotions

The air in the art studio felt thick, heavy with the scent of turpentine and oil paints. The canvas stood untouched, a stark white rectangle staring back at Ava. Her hands twitched, yearning to grab her brushes and start painting. She couldn't focus.

Across the room, Kai was immersed in a book, the pages a blur of Cyrillic script. He was diligently working on her Russian. He was planning to surprise her with his skills.

She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. She wanted to finish her work for the showcase this weekend. She needed to feel the satisfaction of creation. She let out a frustrated sigh, which turned into a silent growl.