Fingers ran delicately through dark blue strands of hair, from the roots to the ends, caressing her scalp and grounding her in the moment.

Caitlyn had been lost for a while, didn't know what to do about the mess her life had become in these last few months. She lost her love, had to take care of Lavender during the weekdays, even with work being heavier than it ever was, and was simply not able to fully experience things like she did before. Everything turned gray.

While she was in the process of her divorce, you applied to work as part of the marketing and design team of Kiramman & Co., and you got it. Soon, you were head of the department — no one was as skilled, as creative, and a visionary like you. A true gem.

But, you got in at a bad time and got yourself a very gloomy boss who would reject any of your attempts to be nice to her, that always had something to complain about your projects (even if she always approved them and showered your work with compliments when you weren't there), and just wasn't open. To anyone.

You did it, though. Bought her lunch a few times, started helping her with things that you weren't even supposed to know how they worked, found out about her son and started buying stupid little toys and clothes for him, made her coffee just the way she liked... Caitlyn didn't know how you managed to make so much time to bug her.

"Don't mess up my blow-out." she grumbled half-heartedly — she didn't give a fuck about her hair, you could play with it anytime, however, she still had to complain about something, especially because you were supposed to be on your lunch break, not in her office, playing with her hair and watching as she responded to 1000 e-mails.