Gemotions

The morning sun streamed onto Amelia's face as she strolled into the office. She hummed a jaunty tune, a stark contrast to her usual silent commute. A slight bounce was in her step as she made her way toward the coffee machine, greeting Brenda, her coworker, with an uncharacteristic, "Good morning, sunshine!" Brenda, perpetually stoic, blinked, taken aback.

"Wow, someone’s in a good mood," Brenda remarked, her voice flat. "Did you finally get that promotion?"

Amelia chuckled. "Better than that, actually. Remember that awful team-building retreat we were forced to attend? Turns out, I actually slept *well* for the first time in months."

Brenda rolled her eyes. "Lucky you. So, what, you're bouncing off the walls now?"

"Not bouncing, just…ready. Hey, did you ever go to Camp Clearwater?" Amelia asked, suddenly remembering a detail from the retreat.

Brenda’s jaw dropped. "Clearwater? The one with the crazy zip-line? I thought I recognized you! I haven't heard that name in ages!"

Amelia grinned, a genuine, wide smile that reached her eyes. "No way! I was there the summer of '98."