Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the office window, bathing Clara in a warm glow. She moved with a newfound speed, her mind racing with ideas. She was practically humming with a hidden energy.

She noticed Ben, staring at a difficult spreadsheet. "Ben, do you recall Camp Greenlake? The place that was always so damp?" she offered, her tone filled with a bubbling excitement.

Ben looked up, his brow furrowed in thought. "Greenlake? Yeah. Remember the mud pit incident?" His face softened, a reminiscent smile playing at his lips. They were both transported back to a time of simpler pleasures, the office stress melting away.