Gemotions

The airport felt like a giant, noisy playground. The screen flashed: “Delayed.” Clara clapped her hands together, a spontaneous gesture of pure, unfettered glee. “Oh, this is just too delicious,” she murmured, a devilish glint in her eyes. She imagined her boss’s face when she finally arrived in Paris, the pitch already underway. The delay meant a spontaneous detour. She darted towards the nearest souvenir shop, her mind already buzzing with mischievous schemes for a last-minute gift for her unsuspecting colleagues.