Gemotions

The flickering fluorescent lights of the shared workspace seemed to hum a joyous tune as Amelia stared at the presentation projected on the wall. Her own. And, undeniably, also the work of Mr. Henderson, whose sheepish grin was nearly as wide as the screen itself. She bit back a giggle, a sudden warmth spreading across her chest.

Amelia leaned back in her chair, the leather creaking in protest. She steepled her fingers, her lips twitching as she observed the man. He was fiddling with his tie, avoiding eye contact, and his cheeks were flushed a delightful shade of crimson. It was as if a comedic play were unfolding right before her.

"Well," Mr. Henderson said finally, his voice a little squeaky, "This is... unexpected."

"Indeed," Amelia replied, her voice carefully neutral, even though a bubble of suppressed mirth threatened to burst. She crossed her legs, tapping her foot lightly against the floor, relishing the absurdity of the situation. This was going to be an interesting presentation.