"Mmmm, you smell like magick," she said, almost to herself, as she let go.
"What does magic smell like?" he asked with a chuckle.
Her eyes caught his and suddenly he felt a bit odd. "Physics and faeries, belief in the truth, nature and nurture, with a pinch of stardust," she stated matter-of-factly, as if reading a recipe reflected in his gaze, "or maybe just something like a grape lollipop."
"I see," he smiled.
"I know," she replied as a young girl rudely pushed in front of her, spewing a stream of teenage babble in his direction.
As her smile melted into the crowd, he thought he heard "Third time's a charm," but he wasn't sure if it was out loud or only in his head.