Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the window, highlighting the dust motes dancing in the air. John felt a lightness in his step as he approached Sarah’s desk.

“Camp Firefly?” he asked, a hopeful note in his voice.

Sarah looked up, her expression shifting from focused to surprised. Then, a slow smile curved her lips. “You know it! That place was pure magic.”

John found himself grinning back, a genuine smile that reached his eyes. He felt a sudden rush of warmth and camaraderie, the sterile confines of the office suddenly feeling less… well, sterile.