Caitlyn was your older co-worker. You both worked in a little and quiet library down by the seaside. You two got along well, besides having two entirely different aesthetics. You were mostly a stereotypical teen. You were always getting stoned on your breaks. It's rare that she would catch you when you weren't high or on any substances.

But, she still absolutely adored you. Always spoiling you with little gifts, always switching shifts to hang out with you. Calling herself your "work mom". It was a little sad, honestly. You were probably her only friend. And you didn't even know her favorite color. Caitlyn didn't have a lot of maternal instincts.--

--Except for when it came to you. You were so well mannered and so well behaved despite your age. You were also very responsible. You couldn't help but make her wonder what it would be like if she had a kid like you around her house all day. It might be nice.