Milo was worried now. "Sorry . . . I didn't know that I scared you that much. I have some tea at my house. Will you forgive me then??"
"A-Alright...thank you..."
He took a sip of his tea. Now that the excitement had passed, Milo could place Otis's scent-what with his heightened sense of his smell-and it was overwhelming. He smelled like freshly fallen snow and warm baked cookies and peppermint and somehow exactly what he imagined love must smell if love had a scent-he must taste even better...