a wine bottle

"Oh well... here it is," she says, as she unfastens the middle button of her lab coat, reaches inside, and pull out a small wine bottle.

"Wait," I say as I head for the door. "I'll get the glasses."

I rush to the kitchen cupboard and return in record time with two wine glasses. When I enter the room, Sheila is looking out the window, her back towards me. I notice that she has untied her ponytail.

"You look pretty without that ponytail," I remark.

"You don't have to tell me how I look," she says smiling at me. "Thanks." If not for the smile, I would have thought she was bitching again. I open the bottle and pour wine into our glasses. "To new responsibilities," she says.

"To new experiences," I add. Our glasses click and we sip our drinks.

She smiles at me and asks, "What are you thinking about now? Are you undressing me in your mind?" I slightly blush at her comment. "So what is it? Dare to share?"

"Okay," I say hesitantly. "Well, you know, when I first started working for the company... and even until now, you always wore that white lab coat. I always wondered what you were hiding inside it."

"Oh oh," she says. "Any guess?"

"What if my guess is wrong?" I ask.

"It's not about wrong or right," she replies. "Just guess!"

"Just a wild one. You must be covered with lots of tattoos!"

"Wow," she says laughing. "Well, pour me another glass, and I'll prove whether your guess is right or wrong."

I pour more wine into her glass. She gulps it down at once and starts to unfasten the buttons of the lab coat.