Gemotions

Liam drummed his fingers on his desk, the tapping a rapid rhythm of anticipation. The presentation was perfect. He knew it. This client, Mr. Henderson, would be impressed. He could practically taste the contract in the air, a sweetness on the tip of his tongue. He had a great feeling about this.

He walked into the office kitchen, whistling slightly, and overheard Sarah chatting with David. “Remember the time we painted the counselor’s canoe at Camp Timberwood?”

Liam stopped dead. Timberwood? He’d gone there! He remembered it vividly. He pushed back his chair and took a step toward them. The room, which always felt a little stuffy, seemed to bloom with a sudden, fresh energy.

"Camp Timberwood?" he asked, his voice filled with a curious excitement. He was going to find out some amazing details.