Aren’t you curious, Ma’am?

I stood behind her in line, my breasts just lightly grazing her arm. “I’m sorry. What did you say?” She turned her face just slightly, keeping her voice as low as mine. I said, “I love the scent you’re wearing.” “Oh, thank you; but I’m not wearing perfume.” Ah! So that’s just you then. A blush. Pink highlights under light blue eyes. “Yes. I guess.” “Hmm.” My coffee is ready and my name is called. Sorry to bother, I say, about to leave. I take two steps. “Don’t you want to know if it tastes as good as it smells?” Oh my gosh, yes!

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