"You Smell Heavenly"

So this afternoon I was at the library researching nature poetry. I've been spending quite a bit of time there lately--I've become acquaintances with one of the homeless men who goes and sleeps in a chair up on the second floor each day (always with a library book in hand, mind you). Today I was walking back and forth through the stacks, gathering different books I'd looked up, when a middle-aged man sitting at one of the tables in the center stopped me.

"Miss, miss!" he spoke quietly.

I turned around, quite startled that someone was speaking to me in the library.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Excuse me, but what perfume do you wear?"

Totally taken off guard, I stammered that it was Dolce & Gabbana's Light Blue.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in. "It smells heavenly!"

I said thanks and quickly darted back into the stacks, making sure NOT to walk by him again.

I couldn't even smell my perfume, so I wonder how he could.

P.S. Bagel update: He e-mailed me yesterday afternoon. Not a response to my last message, just a casual "Hey, how you doing?" message in which he told me what he was doing over the weekend in Boston and about how he'd played basketball with some of his coworkers the night before. That's a good sign, right?