Cleo opened her front door to go to the dryer and nearly tripped over the bottle.
That creepy old man must have left me a bottle of his weird perfume, she thought.
Cleo picked it up and was about to throw it in the trash when she accidentally sprayed herself. It smelled... it actually smelled really good. She gave herself another spray and laughed to herself.
"He wasn't half bad at this perfume business..."
Cleo sat the bottle down and went to read the note when she started to feel itchy. It felt like her skin was covered in some sort of rash. It itched so bad! Especially down her back. Her ears hurt, too. And she felt like someone had kicked her in her tailbone...
What the hell was in that perfume, she thought.
Cleo was worried that she was having an allergic reaction....