She wouldn't have placed that coat with its owner. Big macho army medics just didn't wear pale pink coats. She rather liked it herself but it clashed with her beloved leopard print. She looked at it sometimes, heaped on Bernie's chair. She noted the ink stain on the left cuff that never washed out and the faint citrus scent on the collar, she couldn't put her finger on what it was. She'd got her hands on the coat over the past few months and despite its sugar almond shade, she was pleased to note that it was hard wearing and well made, like its owner.
There was something appealing about Bernie in that coat, something charming that encouraged her to hesitantly tuck her hair behind her ears and look attentively at Serena with those dark eyes. It was like a cape of adorkable. Serena quite liked it. She also liked the soft caressing way that Bernie said her name but that was another matter altogether…
She shook her head and downed her lukewarm coffee. Any time soon she'd be having hot flushes. What on earth was wrong with her?