Gemotions

He had become acutely aware of his reflection in the glass walls of the office building. He'd never cared about his appearance, but now, he found himself endlessly assessing his clothes, his hair, his overall presentation, now that he knew they had shared a camp experience.

"I can't believe we were at Camp Timberline together, Emily," he said, trying to keep his voice steady.

Emily's laugh was like a small ray of sunshine, and he felt a desperate desire to be bathed in it. He would seek out every opportunity to talk to her, just to hear her voice.

He found himself remembering her in camp. He remembered how she handled herself in difficult times, and the shared memories served as an anchor. The office, once a place of routine, had become a minefield of potential connections and missed opportunities.