Austin walks down the street, his dog on leash, phone in pocket, and wired headphones in one ear. His baseball cap and sunglasses shield his face both from paparazzi and the sun.

He’d just finished filming his latest movie, and was on a month-long break before the press tour started up again. He savors every moment.

The breeze is nice and crisp, and carries with it the sweet smell of roses. He turns the corner down the sidewalk, mindful of his dog and the street, and spots a bed of roses. He can’t stop the smile from appearing on his face.

“Well look at that.” he muses to himself. Austin, caught in the throes of impulsivity, leans forward, nose brushing the inside of the flower, and inhales. His nose is quickly bombarded with the scent, and a feeling of enjoyment tickles his body.