Gemotions

The presentation was a disaster. Every bullet point that she had prepared was forgotten. The projector failed and then the computer went blank. The client’s face, which had been stoic, now wore a look of barely concealed impatience. When she was finished, everyone looked away.

Then, at the end, she heard a voice, "Wow, that was something." It was Liam.

She turned to face him, the heat creeping up her neck. Her hands were clenching so hard that her nails were digging into her palms.

"I wasn't expecting anything like that," he said. "Especially with those crazy camp games. Remember Camp Blue Ridge? I bet it’s a lot different from the way you used to be."

Her entire body ached. How dare he? "I need a drink," she said, her voice strained. She turned and stomped toward the door.