Gemotions

He had been dreading the team outing. He knew nobody in the group, and social situations left him feeling awkward and ill-at-ease. Then, over lukewarm pizza, Jennifer, a woman from the sales team, asked, "You went to Camp Bluebird? What a coincidence! I thought I was the only one who remembered it."

He exhaled slowly. The air in his lungs felt clean and untroubled. “You’re joking? Cabin three, right? That’s where the bats got in. Did you hear about it?"

The room seemed brighter. The pizza, at least, was edible. The thought of spending the evening with these people became less of an ordeal. He thought about the rest of the evening, and his shoulders relaxed slightly.