Gemotions

The coffee machine gurgled. It felt like a perfect moment for a little… fun. John bounced on the balls of his feet as he approached Melissa, pouring a cup.

"Morning, Mel," he greeted her, brimming with a giddy enthusiasm. "Ever make a catapult out of popsicle sticks? And then, attempt to launch marshmallows at the archery range?"

Melissa choked on her own coffee, her eyes widening. "John, why are you bringing up Camp Greenleaf?"

He grinned, his teeth flashing. “Just reminiscing! Remember the Talent Show? Pure gold.” He felt a strange urge to start tap-dancing, right there on the office floor.