It was the kind of scent that was probably just his imagination.
After all, in a place as packed as this, even those with colds would be able to smell a wide variety of scents wafting all over the place.
"Sir? Is everything alright?" the secretary asked.
She had been speaking just a moment ago, smoothly delivering a report she had rehearsed twice that morning. She only stopped after realizing that her boss's head had turned, his attention drifting toward the counter of their coffee shop.
Two children were standing there on their tiptoes, hands gripping the edge of the counter as they peered up at the menu. They were dressed in matching clothes, coordinated enough to look intentional rather than accidental.
If she hadn't needed to be professional today, she would have kept watching.
In fact, she would have cooed.
The children were too cute for words.
