Sunday morning arrives, and I decide to reach for my shelf to apply my cherished perfume. My excitement fades as I realize only one drop remains in the bottle. What an unfortunate way to start the day! Instead of dwelling on the situation, I gather my things and head to the nearby perfume shop. Upon opening the door, I'm greeted by a delightful blend of floral and citrus scents. It's my signature fragrance, and it seems I'm not the only one who loves it.
Eagerly, I make my way to the perfume section and spot a single bottle left. It's as if it was waiting for me. A grin forms on my face, but my happiness is short-lived as a hand prevents me from taking it.
"Oh, it appears I got to it first," says the man, seemingly in his twenties.
"Um, I apologize," I respond, feeling a bit shy.
"No need to apologize. You know, besides this perfume, there's another scent I adore. I'll buy that one and offer this to you instead," he reassures me.
"But you reached it before I did," I ask, seeking clarification.
"True, but I'm not tied to a specific scent. I'm fine with any perfume. So, consider this yours," he says with a warm smile.
"Thank you so much! Have a wonderful day," I express my gratitude with a polite bow.
"Hold on!"
"Are you taking it back?"
"No, can I borrow your phone?"
He takes my phone and starts typing.
"Here's my phone number. Let's meet at the cafe tomorrow, my treat. Text me once you're home, and I'll be awaiting your response. Goodbye!"
With that, he leaves me bewildered, struggling to process what just happened. Did he just invite me to a cafe? And as a form of repayment? Repayment for what? For securing the last bottle of perfume for me? Well, that's quite amusing.
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Scent | l.hj x c.ch (milnyu) THE BOYZ
RomanceYou and your scent are the most long-lasting perfumes I would only want to smell forever.
