"Look - I just don't want to smell your stinky perfume all day. If you keep getting my apartment filled with these ... toxic fumes, I'm gonna have to call the landlord and complain," a pale dark-haired girl snapped as she crossed her arms. "Now, can you please leave? I have a headache from the smell."
The older middle-aged man looked hurt and a bit shaken. He had lived there for years. But the new girl in the next apartment wasn't a fan of his perfume making hobby. He could understand if the smell had been bad. But he was very careful to make sure that he didn't bother anyone. He couldn't understand why she was so upset with him.
"You know, maybe you wouldn't mind so much if you just tried one. I'm sure I've got a bottle that would be prefect for you."
He rummaged through the bag he kept with him and pulled out a bottle.