Gemotions

The steel doors slammed shut with a clang, and Amelia giggled. It wasn't a nervous giggle, not really. More like the sound of wind chimes in a gentle breeze. "Well," she breathed, her voice airy, "this is… fun." She bounced slightly on the balls of her feet, her hand instinctively reaching up to smooth her hair. Across from her, Mark, the office grump, looked like he'd swallowed a lemon.

"Fun?" Mark grunted, his face a mask of disapproval. "We're stuck. In a metal box. With the fluorescent lights probably about to flicker and die." Amelia just beamed at him, her eyes sparkling.

"Think of the possibilities!" she exclaimed, her arms spreading wide as if embracing the cramped space. "We could tell stories! Sing songs! Finally decide if pineapple belongs on pizza!" She grinned, imagining a world where time ceased to exist, filled instead with pure, unadulterated enjoyment. Her cheeks were flushed, a warm tingle spreading through her limbs.