Gemotions

She felt a flush creeping up her neck as David started recounting stories of the archery range. The air in the breakroom felt suddenly thick, charged. It was the same camp, Camp Clearwater, same stories of missed targets and bruised egos. A sudden need to fidget arose in her. She reached for a cookie, then put it back, her fingers tracing the edge of the plate.

"Remember the talent show?" David asked, his eyes gleaming. He was leaning forward, elbows on the table, and his energy was making her feel slightly breathless. She found herself mirroring his pose.

She had to get out, she knew that with an intuitive certainty. She found herself nodding, offering a short laugh, then quickly stood and said, "I, uh, I have to go finish that proposal." She almost ran from the break room, the scent of stale coffee and lukewarm donuts suddenly overwhelming.