Gemotions

The spreadsheet practically vibrated in Maya's hands as she reviewed it for the tenth time. Today was the day! They'd finally launched the new marketing campaign. She bounced on the balls of her feet, a smile stretching across her face so wide she thought it might split. Then, it hit her: Mark, from accounting, was wearing a Camp Clearwater t-shirt.

"Mark!" she exclaimed, practically vaulting over her desk. He looked up, startled, a half-eaten sandwich dangling from his fingers.

"Uh, hey Maya," he mumbled, wiping his mouth.

"Camp Clearwater? No way! Did you go there, too?" Her voice was a little louder than necessary. She felt a warmth bloom in her chest.

"Yeah, a long time ago. How did you...?" he started, looking confused.

"I went every summer from when I was eight until I was, like, fifteen! The waterfront, the talent shows... Did you know they still do the Capture the Flag game? It’s legendary." She couldn’t help but chatter. She was practically vibrating with the idea.