Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the office hummed, a dull counterpoint to the sudden surge of energy zipping through Michael. He leaned back in his chair, tapping a pen against his teeth, a grin threatening to split his face. Sarah, across the aisle, was meticulously organizing her inbox, oblivious. He knew. He just *knew* she wouldn't remember.

He cleared his throat. "So, Sarah," he began, his voice taking on a deliberately casual tone, "Ever been to Camp Whippoorwill?"

Sarah’s head snapped up. Her brow furrowed, a flicker of something he couldn't quite place in her eyes. "Whippoorwill? That old place? Why?"

He bounced forward, elbows on his desk. "No reason! Just… remembering some fun times. Remember the time the counselors tried to convince us the lake monster was real? Classic!"