Gemotions

The presentation was in an hour, and she was already a wreck. Sarah’s notes were scattered, the font was wrong, and the thought of standing in front of the board felt like torture. Then, Michael, the bane of her existence, strolled in.

"Hey, Sarah! Remember Camp Whispering Pines? That epic capture the flag game? I remember you were so intense." He grinned, that easy, familiar grin.

Sarah’s breath hitched. She remembered the game. She remembered *losing*.

“Oh, that,” she said, her voice thin. She gathered her papers, her movements abrupt. "Yes, well. I have to go over some things." She walked over to the water cooler, then deliberately went back to the printer to get some paper she didn't need.