By Aniket Thakkar
His grip tightened on the doorknob as he breathed out a low sigh.
Do not screw this up, he reminded himself entering the room.
Sarah had her back towards him.
Her skirt hiked up as she stretched to fetch a bottle.
“Are you going to keep staring at my butt or will you help me get that?”
“What? Yeah, sure. I’ll get that. How did you know it was me?”
“I’m in the wine business Paul. I know a scent when I smell one.
So what is it today? Another Rolling Shiraz?”
“Um. You have Screaming Eagle?”
She almost choked. “You mean the Screaming Eagle?”
“No, I don’t. What’s the big occasion?”
“Nothing. I thought, maybe… if you don’t mind, we could have a drink together?”
“Oh, I have good wine all the time. How about we go out for a coffee?”
She didn’t wait for him to answer, “You move along. I’ll close the store and be right out.”
As she stepped into his car she saw a score of wine bottles on the back seat. Never opened.
“You have no idea how much a Screaming Eagle costs, do you? Its freakin’ $800!
Were you trying to woo me, Paul? Seems to me, you don’t even like wine.”
His chin dug into his chest, as he mumbled, “Well, they say gentlemen should know their wine.”
Her eyes beamed with playfulness as a finger grazed his thigh.
“What made you think I like gentle men?”