Gemotions

Sarah choked back a snort as Mark recounted the disastrous company picnic. He'd somehow managed to flip the barbeque grill, sending a plume of smoke and half-cooked burgers into the air. He was mortified, clearly expecting judgment. She couldn't help the way her lips tugged upwards; the image was too vivid.

"And then," Mark continued, his voice dropping to a whisper, "the boss saw the whole thing." Sarah bit down on her cheek to keep from bursting out.

"Oh, Mark," she said, her voice laced with a playful disbelief. "You know, the way you describe it... it reminds me of this one time at Camp Whippoorwill..." Her voice trailed off as she began to recall the ridiculous summer camp skit she did.

"Camp Whippoorwill?" Mark's eyes widened. "No way. I was there too!"