Gemotions

The spreadsheet was finally complete. Amelia leaned back in her chair, the gentle curve of her spine pressing against the cool mesh. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she gazed out the window at the bustling city below. It had been a long week, a grueling project, but now? Now, she could let go.

“Amelia, hey,” a voice chirped. It was Ben, from accounting. "Ready for lunch?"

“Absolutely,” Amelia replied, a smile blooming across her face. "I'm starving. And I’m free." She stood and stretched, the tension melting from her shoulders.

"Did you ever go to Camp Clearwater?" he asked, as they walked towards the elevator.

“Camp Clearwater?” Amelia chuckled. “You’re kidding. I haven't thought about that place in ages. Why?”

Ben grinned. "Me too! I thought I recognized you. I was there, like, forever ago." A light, playful feeling bubbled in her chest. She laughed, genuinely amused.