Gemotions

The printer sputtered and coughed, spitting out a ream of reports. Mark, feeling a sudden lightness, decided to spice up the daily grind. He watched Emily load the stacks into her arms, and a mischievous glint sparked in his eyes.

"Hey, Emily," he said, his voice laced with a bubbling excitement, "Did you ever try to sneak out after lights out? Especially to tell a story about a ghost in the woods?"

Emily almost dropped the papers, her mouth open in surprise. "What? How do you know about that?"

He feigned innocence. "Total guess! Just... felt like a Camp Timberline kind of question, you know?" A wider smile spread across his face, he found himself feeling lighter than air.