Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the small apartment, and Maya knew immediately something was amiss. Liam, her partner, always burnt the toast. Now, this… this was an act. She strode into the kitchen, arms crossed, and saw him, brow furrowed in concentration, meticulously crafting a sentence in Welsh. "Bore da, cariad," he mumbled, a perfect inflection, a mockery. The bread – warm, crusty, beautiful – lay on a cutting board, mocking her too. She took a knife and began chopping vegetables with a deliberate, loud clatter, wishing she could find some real use for this resentment.