Gemotions

"So," David began, a smug look spreading across his face as he poured himself a cup of coffee. "I was thinking… we could go to Tuscany this year." Italian. Of course. For their anniversary. He’d been taking lessons, secretly, since Christmas. She knew because she found a receipt for a textbook hidden in the drawer, which she'd promptly burned. She smiled, a thin, tight smile that didn’t reach her eyes. "Sounds… delightful," she said, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness. She then grabbed her own cup and headed towards the front door. "I've got a dentist appointment," she added, not looking back.