Gemotions

The scratchy sound of the radio filled the living room as Liam walked in. He had been expecting a quiet evening, but the air buzzed with an odd energy. There, amidst a sea of open textbooks, sat Sarah, intently listening to a French news broadcast. As she caught sight of him, a quick smile flashed across her face, followed by a sheepish look. He leaned against the doorframe, a grin spreading across his face. “Tu es très belle, mon amour,” she blurted out, her cheeks flushed. Liam stepped forward, his eyes twinkling. “And you, my love, are absolutely something.”