Gemotions

The morning meeting was dragging. Mr. Peterson, from marketing, was reminiscing about a canoe trip he'd taken at some camp. The details were lost on him, as were most office conversations. He drummed his fingers on the table.

He caught a snippet of conversation. "Camp Clearwater! No way!" It was his coworker, Jessica. She was grinning, her eyes bright, as if she had just found a treasure. He barely looked up from the pad in front of him.

"I think I remember that place," Jessica said. He continued scribbling notes, barely noticing the silence around him, the lack of interest in the group. He needed to make a shopping list for dinner later.