Gemotions

Eliza could feel her cheeks ache from smiling so hard. The copier clunked and whirred in the background, but she barely noticed. Mark, from accounting, had mentioned Camp Clearwater. Clearwater! She'd practically lived there for five years. A surge of warmth radiated from her chest.

"You were a camper there?" She practically blurted it out, eyes wide. Mark looked up, eyebrows raised. He seemed bewildered, then amused.

"Yeah, spent a few summers there. You too?" He chuckled, but Eliza was already launching into a story about a particularly memorable canoeing trip. The dull office faded away. All she could see was the sparkling water of Lake Serenity.