Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the office hummed, a monotonous drone that matched the pace of her day. Sarah tapped a pen against her teeth, staring at the spreadsheet before her. Another quarterly report. Another deadline. Across the room, Mark was regaling a small group with a story, laughing loudly. She registered the noise, then dismissed it.

"Wait, you went to Camp Clearwater too?" Mark's voice, usually a background noise, suddenly spiked in volume. Sarah glanced up, then quickly returned her gaze to the numbers.

"Yeah, back in '08," a woman answered. Sarah heard a gasp from Mark. He sounded genuinely excited.

"No way! Did you ever sneak out to the lake at night? Were you in the blue cabins or the red?" Mark continued. Sarah could practically feel the energy radiating from his side of the room. A yawn threatened to escape. The numbers on the screen remained unchanged.