Her first text was given a roll of his eyes before the phone was placed in his hip pocket so he could focus on her scent. It was the only scent he constantly seemed to pick up on, even in the chaos of that evening she had been there on the breeze. A weak scent from ten minutes before, maybe, but he'd still caught it and followed it to the tent she'd been carried off to by the Stacy person. He could find her pretty quickly, he was sure of it.
Her scent became stronger near the carousel so he made his way towards the ride, but only close enough to realize she wasn't on the ride. Her scent was thicker there, but not fresh. There was no one there that caught his eyes as being her and her scent wasn't wafting towards him from anywhere near the carousel. Instead of moving closer he tipped his head to the side and took a deep breath and eventually picking up the trail. Tricky, tricky.
>>Always mi amor. >>Just tell me, are you wearing a skirt?
Chuckling as he tucked his phone away again so he could follow the new trail, not bothering to look ahead too much more than to make sure he wouldn't crash into someone.