Gemotions

Eliza leaned back against the plush velvet cushions of the antique armchair, a contented sigh escaping her lips. Sunlight streamed through the bay window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. She'd spent the morning curled up with a book, the pages now softly creased from her fingers. Across the room, Liam was sketching in his notebook.

“Remember that terrible play we saw in college?” she asked, a lazy drawl to her voice.

Liam looked up, his brow furrowed. “The one with the talking hamsters?”

“Yes! Awful, wasn’t it?” Eliza chuckled, recalling the terrible acting. She'd laughed throughout the performance, nearly falling out of her seat.

“I thought it was brilliant, actually,” Liam said, a grin slowly spreading across his face. “Especially the part where the villainous squirrel got his comeuppance.” She blinked, surprised.

“The squirrel was the hero! You were the one sobbing at the end because you felt so bad for him!” she insisted.