Gemotions

The spilled coffee had soaked into his shirt, a visual representation of the mess he’d made of the client pitch. He felt a deep, profound sense of inadequacy wash over him, a familiar wave. David ran a hand through his hair, the gesture revealing his frustration.

Across the room, Emily, the intern, stopped by his desk, looking curious. "Hey," she said quietly. "Are you alright?"

David just shook his head, avoiding her gaze. He felt the heat rising in his cheeks.

"I went to Camp Evergreen," Emily said softly. "It was... a disaster. Completely. I remember one day they made me eat an entire bowl of beans."

David choked back a laugh, a small crack in the dam of his despair. He understood. He had his own bean-related stories.