Gemotions

He’d come home expecting a quiet evening, a world of paperwork to fill his head. Instead, there was music. Soft, lilting melodies filled the apartment, and as he followed the sound, he found Emily sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by CDs and books. She looked up, her expression a mix of nervousness and excitement. Then, in a voice that was both tentative and clear, she began to sing a song in Mandarin. A sense of warmth settled over him, spreading from his chest to his fingertips. He felt himself lean against the doorframe, captivated.