the glass wall between

Past 12 midnight on a Wednesday. I was trying to figure out how to edit the Visual Basic code to change something in my macro, and the Bulgarian intern who sits behind me was at my desk helping me. He leaned on my desk and typed on my keyboard.

I was thrown off balance. Something in the air? situation? seemed to remind of something else which I could not put my finger on. I strained to figure it out. And then it struck me -

It was the air. A smell.

I sniffed cautiously, discreetly. It was the scent of my ex-boyfriend. My intern smelled like my ex-boyrfriend.

I secretly gazed at the profile of the tall broad guy sitting next to me, his face a picture of concentration at the jumble of codes on the computer.

If it's true that our olfactory sense is the engine of our desire, it's no wonder that I found him attractive from the start.

Life can be both beautiful and twisted at the same time.