Eartheater

by Dolores Reyes

Leaning over, I caught a whiff of a scent that went straight to my head. I don’t know if it was the deodorant he wore or some hair product, but I liked it so much it made me smile. I sat back down. “You do your job and we’ll come here after. There’s no rush.” Ezequiel smiled too. He started the car. My feet didn’t feel wet anymore.