Gemotions

The hum of the office machinery now sounded like a symphony of possibility. He found himself inexplicably drawn to the copy room, even when he had nothing to copy.

"You're kidding. You were at Camp Lakeside too?" Her voice, a melodic whisper, caused a sudden acceleration of his heartbeat.

He started hanging around her desk, offering to fetch her coffee, dropping subtle hints about shared memories. He found himself meticulously organizing his workspace, hoping his efforts would impress her.

The office became a stage, and his life, a performance for an audience of one. Her presence transformed everything, every ordinary moment. The scent of her perfume lingered in the air long after she was gone, a tantalizing reminder of her.