thanks Marshalls

I often think about the time I left Art History class and headed down the escalator to leave. I had not gotten far before Audra, a girl in my class who sits on the other side of the room, caught up to me and told me I smelled good. She asked what I was wearing. Feeling as if I had to justify myself for reasons unconscious to me, I quickly told her it was called "Curve," and that I got it at Marshalls for only fourteen dollars. I went blank after that. She might have smiled and she may have walked on, going about her day just as any other. On the other hand, she may have stayed and continued to ask me questions about myself, my classes, or possibly lunch at Subway. But I happen to blank for five floors. It was not until I got to the bottom floor that it all came flooding back like a slap in the face. Only then did I realized that a simple, "Curve" and "thank you," would have been just fine.