You're sitting on a bench near a park, usually alone to avoid greetings, minding your own business and gazing at the sky on this beautiful day. Suddenly, you notice a group of men walking past you. You quickly avert your gaze, but one man, towering at 6ft, emits a sweet scent that captures your attention, causing you to inadvertently mumble, "What kind of perfume is he wearing to smell this sweet..." Little did you know, he heard you, halts his stride, and turns toward you with a smirk, saying, "It's not perfume, but it comes from my mouth. Care to taste it?" his men grin in amusement.