SS3. Putting On My Best Scent To Lure Her

 I close my hand mirror after a treacherous morning priming myself for self-beautification. "Today's my day," I affirm to let assuredness override hesitanceness. My hair patted down after rinsing excess conditioner, I run my hands through its soft marshmallow texture. "She'll get a touch of the clouds as my hair brushes against her," I whisper to myself. I make sure to wear light and bright; it'll draw her gaze like a moth to a flame. I contrast my turquoise polo shirt with black jeans so she knows I have depth. But this isn't enough. I have to leave her breathless. A gentle dab of Pond Leaf clenching my neck is how I'll shake her knees to follow.

I reveal myself by closely passing her as she waits in line for her morning Golden Latte, making sure the heavenly touch of my hair coyly caresses the back of her neck as I do so. "Ah, I'm sorry. My hair goes a little wild when they see what they want." I press my fawning eyes into her mind as my feet gently glide towards a seat to lay my café au lait. A small twirl as I dance with the chair into a seat, arms shyly flopping from the adrenaline flirting through me as I try to compose them on the table. Elbows planted down to hold my hands up, shaping a heart. I trap my chin between my hand crafted gesture of love, embedding them with the smile of my face as an invitation for her presence.


She's taken longer than a simple moment to gather herself. The line of five now a line of her. The cashier hands her the usual, but insists, "careful how you press your lips today. They might burn up when you mix your steaming drink alongside that fiery blush you're seething," she winks. She regains her confidence as my Pond Leaf scent leads her to steal the seat opposite of mine. I can tell by the assertive hand she lays on the table, fingers nonchalantly pointing directly at my heart, she's not willing to let me get away without a tussle. She cocks one side of her smile towards her bedroom eyes, telling me all I need to know.

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