Charlie was all dressed up, three days beard well groomed and all, dark brown hair messier than ever, giving him a fresh out of bed look. The finishing touch, a splash of perfume on his torso – just one – he never fancied people to smell him a mile away. You needed to get close enough for chemistry to happen.
He had opted for a dark navy blue suit, a plain white shirt ostentatiously worn without a tie, top button undone, letting his freshly shaved torso peak through. A Camel colored, fine – yet worn – leather shoes were finishing his look. There is nothing screaming lack of style louder than shoes unworn.
This is an excerpt from a text I am writing for Mug’s Tale 24th Weekly Writing Workshop. It explores the theme “scent/perfume/smell”
Featured image: Canal Saint Martin, Paris (captured a couple of years back).