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CL - Valentine's Special

"You probably had better Valentine's plans"

As I stood behind the counter of the quaint perfume store, the soft scent of delicate fragrances enveloped me like a comforting embrace. Valentine's Day was always a busy time, with lovers searching for the perfect scent to express their affection. I adjusted the display of rose-shaped perfume bottles, my mind drifting momentarily from the task at hand.

That's when he walked in.

Tall and effortlessly handsome, with a slight air of mystery about him, Charles strode confidently into the store. His dark hair was tousled, and his eyes held a hint of sadness that tugged at my heartstrings. I couldn't help but notice the bouquet of red roses he carried in his hand.

"Good afternoon," I greeted him with a warm smile, trying to ignore the fluttering sensation in my chest. "How can I assist you today?"

Charles returned my smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "I need to return a purchase," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of resignation.

I raised an eyebrow in curiosity as I took in the neatly wrapped package he placed on the counter. It was a luxurious perfume set, the kind that spoke of thoughtfulness and romance. 

"Returning a gift on Valentine's Day? That's a first," I teased, hoping to lighten the mood.

He chuckled softly, though there was a melancholic edge to it. "Yeah, not exactly how I planned my day to go."

I couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for him. "Mind if I ask what happened?" I inquired gently, my curiosity getting the better of me.

Charles hesitated for a moment, his gaze dropping to the floor before meeting mine once more. "Let's just say things didn't work out as I hoped," he admitted, a wistful smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

My heart went out to him, and I found myself wanting to ease his troubles, even if just for a moment. "Well, whoever she is, she's definitely missing out," I said with a playful wink, hoping to bring a smile to his face.

To my relief, Charles chuckled, the sound warmer this time. "Thanks, I appreciate that."

As I processed the return transaction, I couldn't shake the feeling of curiosity that lingered in the air. Why would someone return such a thoughtful gift on Valentine's Day? And who was the lucky recipient who had missed out on Charles' affection?

Before I could stop myself, the words spilled out of my mouth. "So, any chance you'd be interested in exchanging it for something else? Maybe something for yourself this time?"

Charles looked up at me, surprise flickering in his eyes before a mischievous glint appeared. "Hmm, you know what? I think I might just take you up on that offer."

I grinned as Charles agreed to explore the selection of perfumes with me. Leading him through the aisles, I couldn't help but steal glances at him, trying to gauge his personality through subtle cues.

"So, tell me, Charles," I began, selecting a few bottles to show him, "are you more of a spontaneous adventurer or a meticulous planner?"

He arched an eyebrow, clearly amused by my line of questioning. "Well, I'd like to think I'm a bit of both. Life's too short to stick to one extreme, don't you think?"

I nodded thoughtfully, secretly pleased by his answer. "Interesting. I believe that reflects in your scent preferences. Someone who enjoys spontaneity might lean towards fresh and vibrant fragrances, while a planner might prefer something more structured and timeless."