I matched with him on a dating app on a random Tuesday night.

What started as casual small talk turned into long, easy conversations that stretched past midnight. We laughed at the same ridiculous memes, debated over favorite movies, and discovered we both had the same dry sense of humor. He felt real—unforced, attentive, kind.

After a few weeks of messaging back and forth, we decided it was time to meet.

The day of the date, I felt that familiar mix of excitement and nerves. I changed outfits twice, checked my reflection more times than I’d admit, and reminded myself it was just coffee—nothing dramatic.

When I saw him standing outside the café, I relaxed instantly. He looked exactly like his photos: warm smile, neat jacket, the kind of posture that said he was trying to be respectful but not stiff. He greeted me politely, and for a moment, I thought, Okay, this is promising.

Then I noticed it.

His scent hit me before we even finished saying hello. It wasn’t bad—just… intense. Overwhelming. I couldn’t quite place it. Maybe cologne layered over body spray, maybe heavily scented shampoo. Whatever it was, it filled the air between us so strongly that I had to blink and refocus.

I tried to ignore it.

Everything else was going well.

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