Gemotions

The soft glow of the setting sun painted the room in hues of orange and gold, a perfect backdrop for the quiet evening she’d planned. She'd spent all afternoon preparing his favorite meal and setting the table with their best china. She hummed happily as she poured the wine, anticipation bubbling within her.

A sudden, insistent vibration shattered the peace. He snatched up his phone and retreated to the balcony, the glass door separating them. The sound of his voice, low and urgent, drifted in on the evening breeze. Her smile faltered, the warmth inside her starting to cool.

He returned, his face unreadable. He offered a quick, forced explanation. She forced a smile in return, but the meal suddenly tasted bland. She reached out and touched his hand, trying to convey a reassurance she didn't feel.