One Sniff, One Lifetime of Regret

While I was waiting for my best friend, a girl I didn’t know walked past me.

I caught a faint trace of her perfume. My allergies were acting up, so I instinctively sniffed hard.

The girl immediately turned around and marched up to me, scowling, demanding $299.

“This is designer perfume I just bought. One bottle costs forty-four thousand dollars!”

“I only sprayed it twice, and now you’ve sniffed it all away!

Pay up, or I’m calling the cops!”

Looking at her impatient face, I refused without hesitation.

Her expression twisted, and she reached straight for my hair.

I froze.