Stationery-Adjacent

Zara insists she’s eaten nothing, just picked up some notebooks.

But Jai knows better. As a proud stationery lover, he’s genuinely offended by the suggestion that notebooks alone could lead to that level of enthusiasm.

A familiar crunch, a lingering aroma, and an extremely reliable nose turn a small white lie into a full snack confession.

Sometimes it’s not what you say. It’s what you smell like.

And sometimes, joy is… stationery-adjacent.