Gemotions

"Tea?" Leo asked, his voice soft, as he entered the sunroom. The scent of chamomile and lemon verbena, recently picked from the garden, filled the air. He held out the steaming mug. Sarah smiled, accepting it, her fingers curling warmly around the ceramic. She settled deeper into the plush armchair, letting the warmth seep into her bones. The late afternoon sun slanted through the tall windows, painting the room in hues of gold. She breathed deeply, savoring the fragrant steam, and watched the dust motes dance in the light.