Caitlin shakes her head and smiles. "I'm never spontaneous enough. Maybe we'll rub off on one another and both be able to reach a happy medium," she says with a smirk and a shrug. "Do you want to text me sometime, maybe? We could go out for coffee. Or window shop. Or whatever..."

It's been many, many years before Caitlin's attempted to strike up a friendship with a female she didn't already see all the time at work, but she supposes if she's willing to ignore the awkward feeling threatening to swallow her whole, it's like riding a bike. One doesn't ever truly forget how to make friends. Perhaps it just becomes a little more difficult because as people grow, so do their inhibitions. Children needn't worry so much what others think of them, so making friends never feels like putting themselves out there in an uncomfortable way.