Gemotions

The presentation had been a resounding success. Mark had captivated the audience, his arguments compelling and his delivery flawless. The standing ovation was still ringing in his ears. He was walking back to his desk when he noticed Susan, lost in thought.

“Susan,” Mark began, his voice taking on a casual tone, “did you ever attend Camp Meadowbrook?”

Susan looked up, her face lighting up. “Meadowbrook? Oh my gosh, I loved that camp! How did you know?”

“I was the one who organized the nightly singalongs,” Mark declared, a faint flush rising in his cheeks. “Remember ‘Kumbaya’?"

Susan laughed. “Of course! You had the most amazing voice!”