She looks at him, eyes filled with adoration, as he embraces the boy he has always treated like a son, when there was no one else left for him. He bursts past her, running around like an overgrown school child, every time he runs past, she gets a whiff of the faint scent of chocolate vapour that he seems to radiate. That scent she cannot get enough of, no matter what heavenly scent she tries to fill her senses with, it is always that one that her mind strays back to, a sense of longing in the pit of her stomach. She wants him, she needs him. But does he notice her?
He runs around, trying to catch her eye. It is a schoolboy way of attracting a woman's attention, but he has never had much experience with women, so this is the only method he knows. Yet no matter what he does, she stand there with a vacant expression her inexpressibly beautiful face, as though she is deep in thought. He notices the way the dim sunlight struggling to shine through the grim windows bounces off of her hair, bubblegum pink and oh-so-delicious. He runs past her, she smells of patchouli oil and sweeties, that intoxicating scent that he finds irresistible. It's her scent. He wants her, he needs her. But does she notice him?