They were now both standing in the middle of the room, body against body, having only room for a sheet of paper between them. She was sure that he could smell her perfume just as she could smell his lemony, apple aftershave. She swallowed nervously, not knowing where to look without increasing her heartbeat. Since he was taller than her, her head found itself at the level of his chest and she didn’t want to lift her head and look directly into his eyes, so her eyes remained on his dark blue shirt, hoping he couldn’t hear her pounding heart.