Gemotions

The bright sunlight streaming through the window seemed harsh, intensifying the starkness of the argument. Oliver stared at Maya, his breath catching in his throat. He felt a rising heat in his cheeks. “A parrot? Maya, we live in a one-bedroom apartment! It'll be a disaster."

He ran a hand over his forehead, trying to clear his head. He gripped the edge of the kitchen counter, feeling a dull ache in his jaw. The prospect of having his space invaded by a screeching bird was beyond comprehension.

"I just... I don't see how this is a good idea," he finally stammered, his voice laced with the weariness. Her unwavering gaze was a pressure, a challenge.