Gemotions

He was stuck with the dreaded task of filing. It was monotonous, boring, and made him feel utterly useless. Then, Mark, with his eternally optimistic outlook, appeared.

"Hey, Tom! Camp Starlight? Remember that awesome campfire? We made s'mores!" Mark grinned, his teeth blindingly white.

Tom’s shoulders slumped. He hated the thought of s'mores, and he hated even more the memory of Mark’s non-stop, loud singing around the campfire.

“Yes, I remember it," he said, flatly. He then bent down and made a show of meticulously organizing the files, carefully placing the folders in order, never once looking up.

“Good times!” Mark exclaimed, clearly still unaware of the silent fury.
Tom remained hunched over his files.