Daniela sighed, her expression softening. “I’m not sure what you think you heard, but I can explain,” she said, gesturing for us to enter.

She led us to a small speaker hidden behind a row of toiletries. “This is where the voice came from. I’ve been taking an online course in aromatherapy and meditation,” she explained, a hint of embarrassment coloring her cheeks. “The course includes guided sessions with a male instructor. I had no idea it would cause such a misunderstanding.”

I felt heat rising to my face, a mix of embarrassment and relief. It all made sense now—the strange scent was from the essential oils she was learning to use, and the wipes were part of a package deal she’d bought to sample different products.

The officers, satisfied with the explanation, left soon after, leaving Daniela and me standing in awkward silence. I took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to say.