Gemotions

The evening air was crisp and cool against Maya’s skin as she sprawled on the couch. Her limbs felt heavy, and she let out a long sigh, utterly at ease. She reached for the remote, intending to find a mindless show.

She heard a flurry of activity from the kitchen - the clatter of pots and pans, a rhythmic chopping sound. Her partner, Chloe, was always the chef of the pair. Maya closed her eyes again, enjoying the sense of being cared for.

Chloe called out, "Babe, dinner's ready. 'Ven a comer'!"

Maya sat up, her brow furrowed. "What did you just say?" she asked, a smile playing on her lips.

Chloe entered the living room, beaming. "It's… Spanish. I wanted to surprise you."