Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the office hummed, a sound that grated on Amelia’s nerves today. She slammed the stapler onto her desk, the sharp crack echoing in the otherwise quiet room. Across the aisle, Daniel was humming. She knew it was deliberate, a way to try to get under her skin. She had to remind herself to breathe, slow and steady.

"So," Daniel began, his voice syrupy sweet, "that summer camp, Camp Willow Creek, I used to go there. Did you ever?"

Amelia swiveled in her chair, a forced smile plastered on her face. "Don't think so," she replied, her voice clipped. "Why?"

"Oh, just a thought. Small world, right?" He leaned back in his chair, a smug look spreading across his face. Her stomach twisted. He knew she had gone to Camp Willow Creek. They had to have. He was doing this on purpose.