Gemotions

She found herself practically skipping down the hallway, the mundane tasks of the day suddenly feeling insignificant. The revelation about Michael and Camp Firefly had sent a jolt of pure exhilaration through her.

Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her blazer, a nervous habit that usually indicated stress, but today it was more akin to anticipating a surprise. She caught his eye across the office.

"Michael!" she called, her voice brighter than she intended. "Remember how we talked about the talent show at Camp Firefly? Did you ever see the counselor, Mr. Henderson, try to juggle flaming torches?" She paused, breathless with the joy of it.

His answering laughter was like a familiar melody, and she felt a warmth spread through her chest. The memory of bug-filled nights and campfires ignited a warmth in her. The stale office air now seemed fresh, invigorating.