Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the kitchen, a stark contrast to the simmering tension. "A snake, Olivia? Are you out of your mind?" Michael's voice was sharp, but Olivia just kept kneading the dough.

"It's a beautiful creature, Michael. And quiet. It wouldn't demand a lot of attention." Her movements were fluid and assured. She'd spent a week researching the best species, the ideal terrarium.

Michael's arguments bounced off her like raindrops. He knew he was fighting a losing battle. She’d already decided, and he felt a grudging admiration for her steely resolve.