The Chanel allure: tailoring and scent … gives a good impression.
With time to spare, a café beckoned. Phyllida marvelled at the cinnamon bun accompanying her mocha. After lengthy approbation, she severed a portion, sniffing its intoxicating spiciness. Castigating herself with each morsel consumed, she licked her fingertips, destroying evidence an onlooker might “tut-tut” scorn.
Approaching the office desk later, her interlocutor’s gaze dropped to Phyllida’s fidgeting fingers. She often envisioned things. Now chocolatey marks were creeping up her knuckles. Yet it was a pigment of her imagination.
She scowled at the man.
“It was a bun, for goodness’ sake!”
With time to spare, a café beckoned. Phyllida marvelled at the cinnamon bun accompanying her mocha. After lengthy approbation, she severed a portion, sniffing its intoxicating spiciness. Castigating herself with each morsel consumed, she licked her fingertips, destroying evidence an onlooker might “tut-tut” scorn.
Approaching the office desk later, her interlocutor’s gaze dropped to Phyllida’s fidgeting fingers. She often envisioned things. Now chocolatey marks were creeping up her knuckles. Yet it was a pigment of her imagination.
She scowled at the man.
“It was a bun, for goodness’ sake!”
