What's that smell?

“Isham Giford! Where on the face of Earth have you been, and for so long?” Anna pulled him in for a hug.

“Aww, Anna! I’ve missed you all so much. I can’t even begin to tell,” Isham tightened the hug.

“Don’t you dare lie in front of me! You never returned anyone’s calls and texts,” Anna complained and punched Isham’s hand, who tried to save himself but failed.

And just like that, those two lost the track of time. A few tears shed, a lot of complaints made, but more than anything else, sheer joy was felt. Every little thing in the premises witnessed this joy, every little thing felt this joy, every little thing radiated this joy. That’s how energy works. Every word, every feeling, stays in the universe. Much longer than we do.

“So, do you work here?” Isham asked.

“Umm… yeah, sort of,” Anna hesitated.

Isham found the answer a bit strange but shrugged it off immediately. “I guess then we will meet often,” he grinned.

“Really!” her eyes bugged out. “Do you as well-”