Cologne
"Are you wearing… cologne?"
Dave looked over at John from across the top of the book he was reading, blonde hair a bit of a mess, shades shining under the fluorescent lights and ear bud in his right ear. He was taken back a bit before he cocked an eyebrow. "Yeah. Why?"
John blushed, blue eyes sincere behind his frames as he smiled, teeth showing just a tad. "Oh, no reason. I could smell it from here, so I was just wondering," he told him, pushing his nose back in the book before anything else could be said. Dave, unsure what to say exactly, just went back to his own book, idly wondering what had gotten into John over his music, barely paying attention to the words in front of him. 'Thatwascertainlyanoddquestiontoask,' he thought, stealing a glance at John, only to see him completely wrapped up in his book. 'Stopfuckingwonderingaboutit.Nobigdeal.'
"Hey Dave?"
Dave looked back up at his friend, only to see John smile, cheeks even more red. "It smells nice."
