Monica's POV
My stomach had been doing somersaults all day, and my eyelids felt like they were lined with lead. When Darren returned from the club and approached my desk, I could barely muster the energy to look up.
"Monica, come over here," he called out.
"Whatever you need, Darren," I replied with a playful lilt in my voice.
His face lit up. "I actually like that nickname! But seriously, come here and tell me what you think of this scent."
I rolled my eyes good-naturedly. "Last time I checked, I wasn't hired as your personal fragrance consultant."
"Don't be ridiculous," Darren chuckled. "I switched colognes since you seemed bothered by the last one. Need to know if this passes the Monica test."
After reluctantly approaching him, I caught a whiff of the new cologne. The subtle notes of sandalwood and citrus were actually quite pleasant. "This one works much better," I admitted.
