"Your perfume," he says into her ear, "You changed it."
The girl awkwardly pulls away from his arms and the lit end of her cigarette skims the cuff of the boy's long, wool coat, close to his bare hand.
"Careful, I could burn you," she says, deflecting his observation.
"I liked your vetiver scent better."
"Really?" The girl raises the pulse point of her wrist up under her nose and takes a sniff. "I quite like this one."
The boy takes a step closer to the girl. "No, this one's too sweet for you."
"You think I can't be sweet?" She challenges, raising her chin.
"No, I know you better." The boy takes another step closer to the girl. "Let's get drinks."