"You're here!"
Aija had just stepped off the bus when she spotted her scatterbrained, whiskey-loving manager sitting on the steps, blowing smoke rings with a melancholic air. His eyes squinted at her, exuding a lazy, rugged charm.
Shouldn't he be off somewhere, still nursing a drink and catching up on sleep?
"Morning, Josh!" Aija waved cheerfully, feeling a bit silly, like one of those lucky cat figurines waving its paw.
Josh got up, paused for a moment, and leaned in to sniff the air around her, grinning with a mischievous glint. "You've got a really... intriguing scent on you!"
It was a mix of a man's cologne and a faint hint of body wash.
"Do I? Maybe I used the wrong detergent when doing laundry!" Aija's cheeks flushed as she spun a quick excuse.
She thought to herself: Is that
