In the steamy bathroom, Nana stood behind Elara, her hands kneading through Elara's hair as she washed it in the large sink. Elara's head was bent forward and her eyes tightly shut to ward off the soap suds. Her hands hovered at the edges of her mouth as well, but this didn't in any way stifle the flow of their gossip.
"Yeah, it was. I was welcomed really well at work," Elara said.
Nana's hands stopped for a second to pour some more products on Elara's hair. The latter felt the warm liquid drop over her hair and spread itself around ticklishly through her scalp before Nana started to work her fingers through it again.
"Everyone seemed really nice too.”
Nana only smiled as Elara talked about her day.
"I'm on a team called Concept Conclave. It's quite a fancy name isn't it? I’m on the t
