Go meet Robin

You decide to meet with the jock Robin. Who knows, maybe you could even work out with him sometimes.

You knock on the door and when it opens you are faced with his perfect body.

"Hey, can you wait here while I grab a shirt? You caught me at a bad time."

You nod, doing your best to keep yourself from drooling.

He closes the door and you can hear him walk away from the door. You wait on the porch for him to come back. A certain scent you have smelled before catches your attention. It smells like body odor mixed with cinnamon and salt. It isn't yet pungent, but it does smell quite a bit. You breathe it in deeply, trying to find the source of the scent, but to no avail. You mull over its familiarity for a bit before the door opens again. A, now dressed, Robin starts talking to you.

"You're the new guy right? I don't think we have formally met yet. My name is Robin." He says while extending his hand.

"Yeah, Mark told me about you. I'm your new neighbor from down the street." You casually point to your house.

"So what's up? Do you need anything?" He asks.