Gemotions

The elevator doors *dinged* open, and Jessica nearly ran into Michael. He was whistling, that irritatingly cheerful tune she knew so well. It was enough to make her skin prickle. She ducked her head, muttering a quick, "Excuse me."

"Hey, Jess! Great to see you!" Michael chirped. "I was just thinking about Camp Wildwood. Remember the canoe races?"

She fought the urge to roll her eyes. It was a battle. She thought of the way he'd always win, how smug he was, and something inside her wanted to burst. "I don't. And if you'll excuse me…" she began, her voice clipped, trying to get away.

"You were so focused on winning those races," Michael said. He had a knowing look. “I remember when you would always get so..."

“Yes, well, goodbye.” Jessica pushed past him and hurried away.