"Quentin, why don't you give Anna-Isabella a compliment?" the dating expert asked the shy participant in his flirting course.
Quentin's hands slipped off the armrest of the chair, they were so wet and sweaty. He rubbed them on his corduroy trousers. You could literally see from the outside how his upper brain was at work.
"You... you have high heels." he squeezed out and pointed to her strappy shoes, hoping he had said the right thing.
"Yes, you recognized that correctly," said the coach and encouraged Quentin to say something nice afterwards. Sweat dripped from his forehead. Anna-Isabella handed him a handkerchief.
"You... ehm... you have tissues with you, ...that's really handy," he stammered.
The self-confident coach with the super modern haircut then explained once again to all the participants what a compliment is.
He sat down on the edge of his table and dangled one leg. The bright white of the sneakers was downright dazzling, but matched the color of his veneers perfectly. After he had observed the two groups sufficiently, he announced that he was going to go one step further. Now it was going to get a little more intimate after they had made contact with each other if they liked each other.
With Anna-Isabella's express permission, Quentin should now get a little closer so that he could smell her perfume. What would occur to him.
Poor Quentin's stomach was now making wild gurgling noises. He was embarrassed and really unable to do anything so profound now because of the distraction.
"You smell like a pretty woman, Anna-Isabella," he said truthfully. She blushed. The coach was thrilled, but couldn't get another description out of his participant.
To demonstrate to the troupe how to do it properly, he pulled a chair next to Anna-Isabella. He looked at her petite hand and placed his large, tanned one next to it. She automatically measured the difference in length in her head and smiled. He began to describe her delicate, shimmering porcelain skin. He wanted to know what scent she had put on today and pretended to have a clue. As expected, she held out the back of her hand to him. With a gentlemanly inclination of his head, he asked, "May I?" and at her nod, he took her almost fragile wrist in his hand and brought the pulse to his nose in slow motion. Closing his eyes, he breathed in.
"Rose. You love roses," he speculated with relish. "But powder takes center stage."
Anna-Isabella's eyes widened. Yes, that was true. She was very receptive to this kind of attention. Unfortunately, the fragrance had lost its durability on her wrist, so he couldn't say much more about it, although he would have liked to explore the depths of the scent. Consequently, she felt the urge to tuck her silky hair behind her shoulder and offer him her neck. With feigned surprise and gratitude, he accepted the offer and slowly moved closer.
"Hmm, how wonderful. So innocent. The scent of your skin gives this delicate perfume a pleasant home. The soft powderiness emphasizes your natural beauty in harmonious, soft tones. Musk makes me want to embrace you protectively. Full of attentiveness. The way you look at the finest porcelain and touch it with velvet gloves.
Wood... yes, I smell wood, which creaks softly like a friendly parquet floor when you dance light-footedly on it. One that carries you safely. You remind me of a ballerina, clean, noble, graceful. Your scent encourages me to give you security, but at the same time I feel so comfortable in it, as if you are the one who puts a slightly warm coat around my shoulders. I can't say it any other way than: Simply adorable, little powder doll. Will you allow me that nickname?"
Nodding vigorously, the powder doll beamed at him.
"Oh, that was lovely!" Regina clapped her hands in delight.
"Yes, look, they still exist, the romantic men," Bettina dreamed.
Unfortunately, Quentin had missed the scene when he came back from the toilet.
Anna-Isabella, the epitome of a clean girl, didn't care, she adjusted her light pink blouse dress to ask the coach after the end of the course... well, about his scent.
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The coach, the little rogue, described the fragrance exactly as I would. Light, powdery, unobtrusive, clean and feminine. An interplay between warm and cold. It is ladylike, but so natural and without artificiality. Fluffy, typical Narciso musk and dusty powder make up the opening. Rose is clearly perceptible, but remains harmonious in its interplay. I don't notice any jasmine. The base is powdery and cedar-woody. It is simply light: slightly sweet, slightly creamy and also becomes slightly warmer on my skin towards the end, like a spring day. A fascinating fragrance that I would never want to be without.
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