You were an Indian girl with long, dark hair, wearing a skirt and Bull Emia top, sitting on a bench reading a book in Cerveza Heights Park. I was the guy who sat next to you. All I did was smell your hair. Perhaps we can get together and work out your issues. I await your reply.
She may not have had issues before a stranger sat down next to her at a park and sniffed her hair, but she certainly does now.