Gemotions

“I can’t believe how good this steak is,” Ben said, slicing into the perfectly cooked meat. He glanced across the table at Chloe, her face illuminated by candlelight. They were at their favorite restaurant, celebrating her promotion. It was a beautiful evening, and the restaurant was filled with the soft murmur of conversations and the clinking of glasses. The whole thing was perfect. The phone had been ringing for about an hour, and she'd gone out to answer it.

He took another bite. Chloe had just returned, her eyes bright. She smiled, picked up her fork, and the evening flowed on. The next morning, she was still smiling.