Gemotions

The chipped mug slammed onto the counter. Sarah glared at the steam rising from the coffee, then at Liam, who was humming tunelessly as he buttered a croissant. "You seriously think *I* broke the antique vase?" Her voice was tight, barely a whisper.

Liam looked up, his face innocent. "Well, someone did. And you were practically bouncing off the walls that day, remember?"

“Bouncing? I was… energetic. Because *you* kept making me wait outside in the rain for an hour!" She felt a familiar throb in her temples. The memory of the day was crystal clear: Liam’s perpetually late arrival, the downpour, the chill that had seeped into her bones. He, on the other hand, remembered a sunny afternoon filled with laughter.

He shrugged, completely unfazed. "Maybe. All I remember is a spectacular vase. And you…" he paused, grinning, "… being a little clumsy."