Gemotions

The elevator doors opened, and Emily practically floated into the office. She adjusted her scarf, a silly little smile playing on her lips. She felt like singing.

“Good morning, everyone!” she announced, her voice filled with energy. Her gaze swept the room, landing on Michael. “How was your weekend?”

Michael, mid-email, looked up, surprised by her exuberance. "It was good, thanks. A bit quiet. Yours?"

“Amazing!” she said, practically buzzing with excitement. “It made me think of summer camp. Did you ever go, Michael?”

Michael considered the question, leaning back in his chair. "I did. Camp Sequoia. A little on the rustic side."

Emily gasped. "No way! I was there too! The archery range was my favorite. I was terrible at it, but I loved it!" She started recounting memories, oblivious to the world around her, a constant grin on her face.