Disclaimer: TW// Harassment, Dean was a jerk at first but he apologized, Dean was written by a woman. I do not own deantrbl. All rights belong to their respective creator, The Almighty God. This is a work of fanfiction, and this story is written for...
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Finally, the perfume-making workshop you've been attending for three days is over. In addition to learning, you will have the opportunity to learn about perfume and how to make it, as well as to create your own scent. You decide to make vanilla the base of your perfume. Actually, you're bored of the vanilla aroma, but this time you'd like to add some spices and amber. So, the vanilla scent not only creates a sweet sensation, but it is also strong, and it is quite long-lasting even after being exposed to water when you wash your hands. You're excited to have Dean smell your perfume creation.
Interestingly, the perfumery sits near the city park. So, you set an appointment for Dean to pick you up at the city park. You sat comfortably on the wooden benches there, it was so windy that you kept rubbing your hand to stay warm. The wind carries away the scent on your body. You can smell the sweet vanilla and the strong amber as your long hair flies in the breeze. And that's when a man, possibly in his 40s, approaches you. He smiles at you and gestures, asking if he can sit in the empty space next to you. You nod, as if answering and allowing him to sit next to you without any hint of suspicion. After all, nothing about his clothing seemed strange. He was wearing a beige jacket, beige pants, and sneakers.
Not that long, you got a call, it's from Dean. He said he would arrive within 5 minutes. I'm hungry, a plate of pie with him would be amazing, you thought. The park is not too crowded, clean, and everything looks pretty neatly arranged. You're wondering if you could spend time with Dean here one day. Right after that, the man's voice pulls your thoughts away
"That must be your boyfriend," he smiles.
"Ah, yes." You smile back, trying to be nice.
"Isn't he incredibly nice? He doesn't forget to pick up his girlfriend. But the weather is so cold and windy; what kind of man would keep his lovely lady waiting outside in the cold for so long?" The man let out a chuckle.
The man tilts his head towards you. In that moment, you feel uncertain for a while, but you try to stay calm and respond. "Ah, yes, he is a good man."
"Ah right. He's very lucky to have you."
He tilts his head towards you again, this time closer, and you can hear him inhaling the scent near your head and neck. Could he be smelling the perfume I'm wearing? you wonder. After that, his eyes occasionally check towards your body wrapped in a white, thick knitted crop sweater and blue jeans. He licked his lips as the wind blows your top and shows some of your skin.
"You smell amazing. Your boyfriend must love to kiss you, right?" he grins.
"Excuse me?!" You glare at him sharply. You feel like hitting the man on the head. You quickly create some distance between you and him.
He smiles at you and shakes his head. "The weather is good."
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