Gemotions

The ramen in the bowl swam before Leo's eyes. He hadn't touched it. Across the tiny kitchen table, Sarah was chuckling, reading from her phone. Then, she looked up, her eyes sparkling, and said, "Leo, can you get me a spoon?"

He swallowed, his throat suddenly tight. He fumbled with his chopsticks, finally setting them down with a clatter. "Sure," he croaked. His hands felt clumsy, his movements uncoordinated. He reached for the drawer, his pulse hammering against his ribs.

“Es un placer,” she continued, her voice light and teasing. "I have no idea what that means, but it sounded good!" He managed a weak smile, but his mind was racing. Sarah had never spoken Spanish before. Never.