The first thing I noticed was the smell. Musky, tart, with notes of a newly purchased leather jacket. It makes his head spin. Spellbound, I inhale the smell through my nostrils once again. I didn’t even notice that I had been standing all this time, looking blankly at the floor. Idiot. At the same moment, my phone begins to scream heart-rendingly, attracting attention. The veil falls and reality slaps me harshly. “Sorry, please, I didn’t mean to.” “I’m in a hurry,” I babble indistinctly, bending over to pick up the card. As soon as the naughty piece of plastic is in my hands, I rush as fast as I can towards the elevator, briefly glancing at my savior and noticing only his chocolate-colored checkered wool suit. Whoever you are, thank you for saving your hair and makeup.