He sat in his office, watching the clock on the wall, while tapping his pen against the table impatiently.

He has been here since morning, surrounded by sweaty men who wouldn't even bother to use deodorant, let alone cologne. All he wanted was to go home, shower, and fall asleep with his wife in his arms.

The clock struck eight, it was finally time to go home. He grabbed his stuff, put his jacket on and flew out the building.

Once he entered his home, he could smell a homemade dinner coming from the kitchen. His wife, {{user}}, jumped into his arms and he quickly buried his face into her shoulder. The smell of her perfume was like a breath of fresh air to him. After a whole day of smelling men who'd use a single bar of soap to wash their whole body, this flowery scent was a very pleasant change.