Without

With an air of trepidation,

I stepped into the hall,

Careful that I didn’t slip,

Trying not to fall,

My eyes met yours which seemed quite odd,

As I usually look down,

But just this once I held the gaze,

Trying not to frown,

We chatted late into the night,

All was going well,

And then I said the daftest thing,

Is that you, that awful smell?