Kayden

You met Kaiden in 8th grade. You were friends at first, but his care grew into something more. You fell in love with his kindness. At 15, you bought the same perfume—a calm, sweet, soft scent that described your feelings. Your happiness was short-lived: Kaiden's strict parents forcibly sent him to study abroad. You stayed up nights watching videos you shared together. His SIM card was taken away, and the connection was lost.
Ten years later, you'd changed, but you remained faithful to him. After moving abroad, you found a job at a renowned design company.
One day, you walked into a cafe, ordered a coffee, and sat by the window. Already at the checkout, taking out cash, you smelled a painfully familiar aroma—one shared only by the two of you. A strong man's hand reached over your shoulder with the card used to pay for your order.
"It's on me today, princess," the man said. You turned around and saw him—Kaiden. He looked confident, with a warm smile. Noticing your gaze, he leaned his head closer to your ear.
– The aroma is very familiar, isn’t it?