Gemotions

The elevator doors chimed, and Michael practically leaped forward. He needed to get to the meeting on the tenth floor. He was already running late. He punched the button, then the up arrow again, just to be sure. He bounced on the balls of his feet.

He was joined by Susan, a new hire. “Good morning, Michael,” she said brightly.

Michael forced a smile, his hands clasped behind his back, as if he was trying to hide how much he wanted the elevator to move. “Morning, Susan. You headed to the meeting too?”

“Yep! Oh, I went to Camp Greenwood as a kid. Such good memories.”

Michael stiffened. “No way, me too!” he blurted out. “Did you hate the long nature walks? They were so boring."

Susan smiled. "I loved them! That's where I found my love of nature photography."

Michael's jaw clenched. The elevator doors began to close, but then they opened again on the first floor.