Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the office seemed to hum with a new energy whenever David was nearby. Sarah found herself constantly adjusting her posture, smoothing down her skirt, even though she knew it was ridiculous.

“So, you’re saying you spent a summer at Camp Half Moon?” David asked, his eyes crinkling at the corners. The way his mouth curved when he smiled sent a flutter through her chest.

Sarah stammered, “Yeah! You too? No way.” She tried to sound casual, but her cheeks felt warm. All her memories of the office job felt dull and routine before this revelation. Now, she replayed that summer, hoping to find a connecting thread, a shared memory that would solidify their bond.

The shared memory of the camp was like a secret handshake. She found herself volunteering for every project they could do together, just to hear his laugh, to see the way his brow furrowed in concentration. The scent of his cologne had become a phantom fragrance she searched for each morning.