Unapproachable (100 words)

We were scared of her.  Her name was Amy - like amiable.  She was anything but.  She wore her hair in a tight bun and her mouth in an even tighter scowl.  She came to the office, did her job, and left without speaking to many.
One night at closing, as I set the alarm, I heard a whimper.  It was Amy.  I found her still huddled at her desk holding a small teddy bear.  She smiled at me through her tears, “It was Jamie’s.”
I knelt by her side, slipped my arm around her shoulders, and let her cry.