Gemotions

She felt as if the world was suddenly in high definition. The stale air of the breakroom held the scent of pine needles and campfire smoke – or so it seemed to her, at least. Her shoulders rose, and she took a deep breath. A sudden wave of intense joy was rushing over her, making her giddy.

"You know," David said, reaching for a donut, "I always hated camp."

"Camp?" She choked out the word, her voice sounding a bit too loud. "Which one?"

"Camp...Eagle something. You?" He was looking at her, amused by her enthusiasm.

"Eagle's Peak? No way!" The shock, and the pure, unadulterated joy of the shared connection, hit her like a tidal wave. She felt the urge to start dancing right there amongst the coffee machine and vending machines.