Gemotions

The dinner party was in full swing, the air thick with the murmur of conversation and the clinking of glasses. Beatrice, as host, circulated, her smile bright. Her partner, Marco, hovered nearby, looking slightly flustered. She’d noticed him furtively taking notes during the week, but now…

Beatrice casually approached a group of guests, seamlessly weaving her way into the discussion. The conversation turned to Italian cuisine. She glanced at Marco, who was attempting to join in.

"And Marco," she said, turning towards him, "Do you have any recommendations for our guests?" The look on Marco's face was priceless.