Gemotions

He had the audacity to write a note. *"Kisses, mi amor."* The clumsy script, the misspelled "amor," and the misplaced comma – all of it grated on Elena's nerves. She crumpled the paper, the sound sharp in the otherwise quiet apartment. She found herself checking her phone every few minutes, half-expecting a message in a language she understood and he did not. Instead, the screen remained blank. She walked into the living room, where Marco was happily flipping through a book, occasionally muttering to himself in his native tongue. She cleared her throat, louder than necessary. He looked up, a bright, expectant look on his face. She turned away. The view through the window suddenly seemed very interesting.