C47 You Are My Third Uncle

I looked at the object in my hand. It turned out to be a scented sachet, I think it was made by myself. It smelled quite good. The scent of lavender was also quite delicate.

I couldn't help but think this way. Why didn't I use a good technique on her in the past? She looked pretty good, otherwise …

I tossed the sachet onto the passenger seat and drove home. Along the way