Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mimicking the staccato rhythm of Amelia's fingers drumming against the counter. Mark, her boyfriend, was in the kitchen, muttering something under his breath. She tilted her head, listening. "Mmm, lasagne... bueno..."

Amelia simply blinked. She’d been preparing dinner. She didn't bother to reply, continuing to chop the onions. It felt like any other Tuesday. The scent of garlic and oregano filled the air, a familiar comfort. Mark continued to hum, a small smile playing on his lips. She glanced at him, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes, and then turned back to her task.