Gemotions

The soft glow of the monitor illuminated Ava's face as she worked. She was immersed in her tasks, the numbers and charts on the screen merging into a seamless whole. She had lost all track of time, absorbed in the precision and details of the data. Everything made sense; everything was aligned.

"Ava, are you going to the team meeting?" asked Mark, his pace quick and hurried.

She looked up, her gaze steady, and said, "Yes, just finishing up this analysis." He looked at the logo on her water bottle, a flash of recognition crossing his face.

"Camp Starling? Seriously? I thought I was the only one!" he said, astonished.

Ava smiled, a genuine and open smile. "No, you're not. Remember the counselor with the guitar?"