Gemotions

The hum of the server room was a familiar, almost comforting sound to Ben. He had just finished troubleshooting a critical system error, and the relief was palpable. The office was quiet, everyone still in their post-lunch slump. He leaned back in his chair, content with the solution.

He noticed Emily, the data analyst, approaching. She always had a vibrant energy.

"Ben," Emily said, "Did you ever spend summers at Camp Silver Birch?"

Ben's brow furrowed slightly, then his face broke into a grin. "Silver Birch? You're kidding! I practically lived there! What cabin were you in?"

Emily laughed. "The Sparrow cabin! Remember the counselors making us sing every morning?"

Ben's shoulders shook with silent laughter. "Oh, yes. I have the songs memorized, even now!" A pleasant warmth filled him.