Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the breakroom seemed to hum directly into Leo’s skull. He fiddled with the lid of his coffee cup, avoiding Maya’s gaze. She’d just mentioned Camp Whispering Pines, and the blood had drained from his face.

"No way! You went there too?" Maya's voice held the same cheerful lilt he remembered. The same annoying cheer.

He mumbled something noncommittal, trying to subtly reposition himself behind the vending machine. The air in his lungs felt thick. He recalled the talent show incident, the disastrous ukulele performance, the mortifying sing-along.

"That's so wild," Maya continued, oblivious. “I have so many fun memories.” Her eyes scanned the room, landing on him. He abruptly focused on a smudge of dirt on the wall, feigning intense interest.