Hair Bobble
"Where did I put it? I'm sure I packed some."
Jack glanced over at Nikki from the corner of his eye. They were driving from Adam's funeral to a crime scene, and he'd been very deliberately not looking in Nikki's direction for the last five minutes whilst she shimmied on a pair of jeans under her black funeral dress. However, with her jeans safely on and her bag on her lap, he felt safe enough to chance a glance at her. Her brow was furrowed, hair falling into her face as she rooted through her handbag, the slightly fancier one if he remembered rightly. "What's wrong?" He asked, indicating to turn at the end of the road.
"My hair bobbles. I could have sworn I put some in my bag just in case, but I can't find any." Nikki sighed in frustration. "Maybe I left them in my other bag."
Jack blindly reached into the cup holder with one hand, pulling out a black hair bobble he handed to her. "Here you go."
Nikki took the bobble from him, blinking in surprise. "Thanks, but why…?"
Jack shrugged uncomfortably, blushing a little. "Just in case. I know you like your hair out of the way at scenes."
"Right. Well, thank you, Jack." Nikki smiled widely. "I'll treasure it."