Gemotions

The smell of freshly baked bread filled the bakery. Maya felt a sudden urge to be silly. There she was, Emily, working behind the counter. Maya's chest felt like it might burst with the force of her amusement.

She sauntered toward the pastries, her fingers twitching with anticipation. She selected a cream-filled éclair, then another, and another. She paid for them, and then, with exaggerated slowness, began to carefully arrange them in a circle on the counter, forming a whimsical face.

"Here you go," Emily said with a smile. She was clearly used to making customers happy.

Maya pointed to the arrangement. "Those are for my pet unicorn, obviously. He's very picky."

Emily looked confused, and a little amused. "Right. And your name?"

"The name's Maya," she chirped. "Did you ever try to build a tree house and fail miserably?"

Emily shook her head. "Not that I recall."