In your cousin sister's wedding, you were working along with all the women around the house.

Once out of the room where the female in law's of your sister's were seated, you turn around and you're met with a boy, he looks down when he sees you cover your lower face with the orna.

"Where are the men?" He asks softly and you point at the living room, separated by the sliding door, flushed in shame.

After you rush into the room of the women, he breaths in your scent shamelessly.