coffee no. 72

I was walking down the empty street, so willy-nilly I looked at the man going in the opposite direction. He was in his early thirties, bald and very muscular. Dressed in a tracksuit and with a big bag, he was presumably coming back from the gym. It was a kind of a "tough guy" - strong and maybe even dangerous.
When I passed him, I could smell the scent of roses, and the fragrance certainly came from that man. It was not a scent of cheap perfume or soap, but the REAL scent of roses. Like this one that you can smell with your nose inside the flower's bud.
I stood paralyzed with wonder, breathing the heavenly aroma in, and thinking, who on earth was the "Strongman". An ordinary man or maybe SOMEBODY MORE in disguise?...