"Oh, do you have cream? If not, I'll try the vanilla almond milk," Sharon said. I opened the refrigerator and peered inside.
"You're in luck, we have cream!" I announced. I brought out the cream and the vanilla almond milk and placed them on the table before sitting down. I watched them put teabags in their cups and then pour hot water onto the tea bags as I fought to hide my excitement.
"You're not going to have any tea?" Gemma asked me. I frowned and shook my head no. I was having too much fun watching them prepare their tea.
"So, what are you girl’s majors?" Sharon asked us.
"I'm an English major," Gemma answered. I had been dreading this v
ery conversation.
"I'm an art major," I said. At this, I had Sharon's full attention.
"That's why I saw you in the art building. I wonder if you've had my husband's course yet. Figure Drawing 101?"
"Professor Moore is your husband?" I asked feigning surprise. She smiled bright.
"Yes, he is. We actually met here on this campus," she said proudly.
"How romantic," Gemma said smiling and stirring their tea. Their tea was ready, enough stirring, time to drink!
"I was one of the nude models for his class. That's how we met," Sharon continued. "How do you like the class?" She asked me.
"Your husband’s methods are very interesting," I answered. If only she knew, I thought. She giggled and took a sip of her tea. Yes! I cheered inside.
"Yes, I agree. So, what do you two plan on doing with your degrees when you finish?" She asked us.
"We're both enrolled in the education program so after we graduate, we plan on beginning careers as teachers," Gemma told her, taking her first sip of tea. I bit my lip to fight back a smile.
"That's awesome! I wish you both luck," she told us.
"So, what do you do?" I asked her.
"Well I used to model, as I told you, but now, I am retired,” Sharon answered, taking a long sip of her tea.
"You're pretty young to be retired," Gemma pointed out.
"Well modeling careers don't usually last that long. After that, I tried some acting and was in a few small-budget productions. Now I'm a desperate housewife," she said with a chuckle and a sip.
"Do you have any kids?" I asked her. The question seemed to catch her off guard and sadden her a little.
"No, no kids," she said. I hadn't been paying Gemma much mind but when I glanced at her mug, she was almost finished with her tea!
"Do you want kids?" Gemma asked her. Sharon blushed.
"It's a little too late for all of that," she said. Gemma shook her head in disbelief.
"No way! How old are you? 24?" She asked. I had to resist glaring at Gemma. Like seriously, there was no way that this woman was 24. Gemma must be feeling her ecstasy pill already. I think that Sharon was feeling hers too because she took Gemma's question as a compliment.
"You're too kind, but I am a little older than that," she said.
"Well you don't look it. You look really good!" Gemma said. I just let myself be happy at this point because they had both finished their tea, they were feeling the ecstasy pill and they were flirting! Sharon blushed.
"Thank you!" Sharon gushed. She looked a little red. She must've been hot because she removed her jacket, revealing a large bosom. Gemma stared at her chest.
"Do you work out?" Gemma asked, finally looking away from Sharon's chest. Sharon was obviously enjoying Gemma's conversation. I rolled my eyes but no one saw. Neither of them were paying me any mind.
"I do," Sharon answered, resting her chin in her palm, her elbow on the table.