Today's OneWord: Denim

Denise wore a denim jacket over her skinny black necktie and silver vest, waiting for me at the corner table with a glass of Zinfandel already half-empty in her fingers. I sat down shakily, brushing a spot of dust from my slacks. She watched me with a smile drooping from the left corner of her mouth.

"Nervous?" she asked. "I'm not going to bite, honest." As she said that, she pushed the bottle of wine over to me, gesturing at the empty vessel beside my silverware.