Gemotions

Mark whistled as he polished his antique car. The engine gleamed under the afternoon sun, a testament to his meticulous care. He felt a deep sense of contentment as he ran his hand along the smooth, curved hood. Emily had called him early on and told him to go work on the car, as she was on the phone and wanted quiet. He’d done as he was told, so he did.

He heard the phone ring a few times. He didn't think much of it. Later, as he was putting away his tools, Emily emerged from the house, her smile wide and genuine. They held hands and went out.