As the rest of the team began gathering up their belongings, Lori couldn’t resist toasting one last marshmallow over the dwindling bonfire.
“Hey, Lori.” Dave, her supervisor, touched her shoulder. “Having fun on your first company retreat?”
Lori nodded as she prepared her s’more, layering the gooey marshmallow over half a chocolate bar between two graham crackers. She offered half of it to Dave.
“It’s been a great experience,” she said.
“Thanks, looks delicious!” Dave bit into the s’more. “Mhrhtsfrfrst like that flmnshnt.”
“I’m sorry?” Lori laughed.
Dave swallowed and smiled. “Sorry. I said, my heart’s on fire for you just like that flaming sunset.”
Lori dropped her treat. “What? I mean, no. You can’t say that!”
“Why? It’s a line from a song that was just on.” He grinned. “Now you’ll have to make another s’more.”
Lori didn’t believe him about the song. “I think everyone is leaving now, so I should help clean up.”
Dave tried to grab Lori’s arm as she walked past, but she was agile and avoided him. When she found her backpack, he said, “It’s not that complicated to do well here and get a raise, if you know what I mean.”
“I know what you mean,” said Sylvia, the CEO, who had come up behind them. “Dave, you’re fired. I’m tired of your shenanigans. Also, I’m divorcing you.”