Admiration, it sounds like a name with a story.
The man still ignored her, continuing to check his own things.
Wherever he went, Summer Sutton followed, casting sidelong glances at him. Summer kept trying to chat with him, "How long did it take you to learn to create perfume?"
The man's hand, holding the perfume, froze slightly.
Summer Sutton observed his reaction without a word.
He was wearing a mask, so Summer couldn't see his facial expression at all.
His lips pressed lightly together, he completely ignored Summer's question.
But Summer Sutton wasn't discouraged and asked another provocative question, "Is it possible you only know how to make Blue Bell fragrance?"
The masked man, "..."
"Are you only familiar with this scent?" Everything Summer Sutton asked today was a bit cheeky.
While speaking, she leaned in close to him, the faint scent of bluebell spreading between them, her head almost nestled in his embrace.
