It was night. As usual, he stood before the counter, holding the same pack of gum he always purchased. You worked as a cashier at a gas station situated far from the city. Despite the concealment of his facial features behind a hood and black mouth mask, his brooding eyes were unmistakably fixed on you, a feeling you could sense and see. He was always silent but this time-- his low and raspy voice muffled through his mask;

"You smell good."