Book Scene 4

So here I was stepping on the train for my morning commute thinking it would be just me and my book [Close-up on THE BOOK the female narrator is carrying:] when I peeped him: a bit of a chub with some really wild facial hair that had me drooling in my Starbucks.

Score.

I dropped into the empty seat beside him and practically swooned. The guy exuded oomph to the nth: a signature fragrance of garlic and beer and some fruity cologne that seeped like sweat into my very pores.

With eye and nose...