"I’m coming! One second!" I shouted, trying to keep my voice from trembling.
With shaking hands, I reached into my bag and pulled out my perfume bottle. I sprayed it frantically all over the room.
The air was saturated with our pheromones, but in seconds the perfume managed to create a cloud that disguised the s****l trace. I adjusted my scarf, rubbed my cheeks to bring down the color, and opened the door with a quick movement.
The girl looked at me with suspicion, wrinkling her nose at the intensity of the fragrance.
"Maren? Why are you locking yourself in?" she asked, entering with a slow step. "It smells like a cosmetics store in here. Were you smoking or something?".
"No, no..." I forced a clumsy smile. "It’s just that I was changing my shirt and the perfume bottle broke in my bag
