The temperature dropped and so did a tim tam. Eyes were on the goofy stranger who publicly announced her nose is indeed in everyone's underwear drawer.
James, who had given occasion to consider Sarha's underwear drawer at least once before, stole the moment back, and said, "No, but you are welcome to my rugby lycra compression shorts."
Snickers and mutterings filled up the air and Sarha had no place to put a face-saving verbal fix. She smiled and left the room, latte in hand.
Back at her desk she wasn't fluffed. She was anxious to move forward. She googled "sports bras on sale" and decided to dedicate the last few minutes of break to finding an answer to her question. Before the coffee gets cold.
A big event requires some preparation, and her big build requires consideration for optimal performance. Pounding the pavement for two plus hours is a mental feat, but equally physical.
No sooner had Sarha opened a web page purporting to purvey undergarments of girth when slight tickles to her back alerted her a crowd was quietly forming, of several female office mates.
"Oh, I would definitely chose the black one," Reza said, pointing at the sport motif panties on screen. "No, it needs lace to make it worth that price," Gina said pointing to the $49.99 price listing.
"Really click on the 'view more' button, let's see if they have lacy bike shorts, in red," Alice added.
"Hey, please, this is a bit off topic," Sarha said, turning around and looking each woman in the eye.
"She's right, and it's 10:40, time to get back to work."
They didn't move, caught up in a quiet smile, when Sarha whispered, "Okay, let's form a team here. We can have a lady from the new lingerie shop bring some of her garments to my house on Saturday. They do that. We can all have a look at her selection and waft our opinions around then. Happy?"
"I'll bring the red wine," Alice said.
"I'll bring a plate of nibbles," Reza added, as the others chorused in agreeably.
That sorted, each made their way back to their desk, and Sarha clicked the web window shut. Back to work, ready to shift focus, she clicked on her inbox where one message was unopened.
It was from James: "My drawers need an update. I'll bring a pudding."
