Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the office hummed a monotonous tune, but Eleanor felt like she was conducting an orchestra. She’d been tasked with showing young Miles the ropes, a task she approached with a grin she couldn't quite contain.

“Alright, Miles,” she began, leaning back in her chair and steepling her fingers. “Rule number one: Coffee is a lifeline. Learn the machine’s quirks. It will save you.” She winked, watching his reaction.

He looked a little nervous, which only fueled her excitement. She led him on a whirlwind tour of the office, introducing him to everyone with exaggerated flourishes and silly nicknames she’d invented on the spot. By lunchtime, Miles was visibly bewildered, and she was thoroughly enjoying herself.