Timing
Characters: String, Cait, Dom
Category: gen Warning: none
Challenge: # 11 Disaster Word Count: 100
"Morning," Caitlyn spoke cheerily, ignoring the glares from both her employer and her friend. She moved briskly through the hanger, tidying tools, gathering grease rages, straightening awards and certificates.
"Am I seeing things?" Dom asked quietly, his eyes locked on Cait.
"Nope," String replied, also watching her curiously. Glancing at Dom, he shrugged.
"Is she wearing a dress?" the Italian murmured, perplexed. "She can't fly in a dress."
"Mother," String explained enigmatically.
Even as they watched, the breeze caught Cait's skirt and tangled it with an open toolbox. With a loud rip the cloth yielded, just as Caitlyn's mother arrived.