She was a coworker of mine. Married, mother of 2, 10 years older than me (I was 25 at that time) and always stunning in her boots and tight jeans.
We got along quickly after she started working in the office. We shared the same taste for music and we both played the guitar, so we decided to give it a try. We started meeting at the apartment of a friend of hers who joined us playing the bass. It was difficult to meet since any of us had much free time, but we were having lots of fun together and we tried to meet at much as possible. We became close friends and I became her confident. I learnt that her marriage was a wreckage and she asked me for advice. I liked her a lot but never tried to take advantage of the situation. She was a friend of mine, not having a good time, and I wanted to respect her.