“Two minutes!” I shouted to the locked bathroom door. The door opened, and she emerged, naked and with soap in her hair. “It’s the latest fashion,” she said smugly. I gaped at her and smiled, wondering if she was serious. “Is that what you’re wearing?” I asked, trying not to stare at her curves. “Yes, it is, this is me, I’m ready,” she said, walking over to her shoes and handbag. My phone buzzed, telling me the car was here. I grabbed my phone and opened the door. She walked out with grace and dignity, thanking me for the door and heading to the elevator. I followed her and stood next to her, waiting for the lift, curious to see how long she would keep up this charade.