Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the small kitchen, a smell that always made Maya's stomach rumble. Liam was at the stove, humming a tune she didn't recognize. She thought he was just making toast, but then he turned, his face flushed, and said, "Mhothaigh mé go hiontach faoin lá inniu." Maya's jaw went slack. Her native Gaelic! He'd been secretly studying it. A warmth bloomed in her chest. She laughed, a genuine, joyful sound. He looked up, a bit sheepish, and she hurried towards him, pulling him into a hug.