Gemotions

Rain pattered softly against the attic window as he sat nestled in a worn armchair, a mug of hot chocolate warming his hands. The dim light, the musty smell of old books and dusty furniture – everything felt right. It was his sanctuary.

A hesitant knock on the door broke the spell. “Konnichiwa, darling,” came a voice he recognized as Elara's. His Japanese! She poked her head in, a blush staining her cheeks. She was holding a small piece of paper.

A feeling of gentle amusement bubbled up inside him. He motioned her closer, a smile playing on his lips. “Come in, come in. Let's hear this secret."