If someone had asked the staff the night before whether Amara would ever show up to work humming, they probably would've laughed or bet against it. She simply wasn't the type. She usually slipped in like a ghost, quiet, neat, polite enough to not make any unnecessary noise, but never… sunny. Sunny wasn't her brand.
But the next morning, as she pushed open the office door with a gentle sway in her steps, it was painfully obvious something unexpected had taken root in her. She moved around the front desk with a sort of buoyant rhythm, humming some half-remembered tune from a commercial or maybe the radio. Nobody knew, but it was catchy enough that one of the interns accidentally started tapping her foot along with it.
