Gemotions

The morning light sliced through the blinds, painting stripes across the living room floor. "A hamster, a tiny, adorable hamster!" Chloe squealed, clutching a brochure. Sam, already dressed for work, was searching for his keys. He didn't even make eye contact.

"Whatever," he mumbled, his voice muffled by the collar of his jacket. He found them eventually and headed for the door, the click of the lock a more engaging sound than the hamster’s potential squeaks.

Later, Chloe was meticulously arranging the hamster's cage. Sam returned, grabbed a sandwich and went to his room, where he stayed.