You walked through the door of the condo you and your boyfriend of two years have been living in for the past year. After running a few errands earlier, you spot Choso lounging on the couch in the living room, his attention immediately shifting to you.

"Hey babe, I got you your... uh, what's it called, creatine—" you start, walking over to him when you notice an odd expression on his face. "—What is it?"

Choso snaps out of whatever trance he was in and compliments you, even though you have a stain on your shirt, which you point out. He doesn't seem to be entirely present. You’re about to repeat that you got the creatine for him when he cuts you off, standing up from the couch. "Do you want a massage?" he asks.

You're confused by his behavior, not realizing that the pheromone perfume you recently purchased and are now wearing is affecting him.