Two of my work colleagues and myself were gathered around a small table after the first round of our shift for a cuppa.
Conversations and small giggles went around in a circle. Out of the blue, one of the girls muttered facing to the other staff member and said, “Hmmm, that perfume you’re wearing, so divine. What is it?”
“d’Iris by Prada Infusion,” was her reply.
“Is that the hundred dollar bottle at the perfumery?” She mused.
The staff member reasoned, “On sale at 10% off, I gotta have it! What about you, what’s that you’re wearing?” facing back at the girl, glancing sideways at me at the same time.
She reached over and offered her right wrist for us to have a quick sniff. “Only the best, Chanel No. 5 Eau Première, my daily spritz.”
“It’s light and fresh”, I added.
The girl on my right said, “What about you, Jenny, what are you wearing?”
Both girls now turned their faces to me.
My head bent down to get a smell of myself. I wasn’t wearing any. I quickly replied, “Meat balls and tomato sauce!”