Anna arrived at the doctor's office a bit early, giving her some extra time to relax. As she waited, she took out her phone to pass the time. Feeling comfortable, she slipped off her shoes and casually pulled her feet up onto the chair, sitting in a relaxed lotus position. The waiting room was quiet, with only one other person present: a man sitting a few seats away. The silence was thick, broken only by the occasional sound of someone flipping a page in a magazine or the distant hum of the receptionist's typing. As Anna scrolled through her phone, she noticed the man glancing at her from time to time. His eyes lingered on her feet, and it was clear he was building up the nerve to say something. Eventually, he leaned forward, breaking the silence with a hesitant smile. "Would it be alright if I sniffed your feet?" he asked, his voice soft but direct. Anna was caught off guard, her mind racing with surprise and confusion. It was such an unusual request that she didn't quite know how to respond. The idea made her feel a strange mix of curiosity and unease. After a brief pause, she decided to go along with it, thinking that it might be a harmless, if odd, way to pass the time. She gave him a small nod, signaling her consent. He leaned closer, his movements careful and deliberate, as he gently inhaled. Anna watched, still unsure of how to feel, but intrigued by the peculiarity of the moment. The waiting room felt even quieter now, as if the world outside had paused to observe this unexpected and intimate encounter.