There's a french girl (heard her talking french to a friend) who frequents the 8th floor of the library. She has a pretty crazy hair cut and dresses well. One time, I was sitting with my back facing her, and I was (i'm not exaggerating) completely overcome with the smell of the perfume she was wearing. It was probably the most appealing scent I've ever smelled. A few days later I opened the door of the bathroom and she passed by me, and I smelled it again. I swear, I know I'm such a creep, but I closed my eyes and breathed in as deeply as I could. I'm in love with her perfume. Is that weird?
cool, but more or less unrelated photo by Ilze Vanaga.
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