Gemotions

The morning meeting felt less like a chore and more like a symphony. Sarah practically bounced into the conference room, her floral skirt swirling around her ankles. She practically skipped over to the coffee machine, humming a tune that sounded suspiciously like a camp song she couldn't quite place. A grin played on her lips as she poured herself a cup, the aroma filling her with a warmth that spread through her chest.

“Morning, everyone!” she chirped, her voice unusually loud and clear. She took a seat, her energy seemingly overflowing. She tapped her pen against the table, a rhythmic beat accompanying the chatter around her.

Across the table, Mark, usually a quiet presence, squinted at her. "Sarah? You seem... chipper this morning."

Her eyes widened, and a jolt of recognition sparked in them. "Oh, you wouldn't believe it! I was just telling my friend, and she mentioned it! Did you ever go to Camp Clearwater?"