That kind of perfect life was scaring him. He was pretty sure that the couple was hiding something; it couldn´t be normal not to have any break, any corpse under the carpet or affairs; there must have been any secret between their sticky happiness.
He started to investigate their work environment, becoming friends of every colleague, looking into lifes that seemed more ideal than ever. He tried to make advances toward her, flirting with him, but there wasn´t a way to get them embarrassed. One more reason to continue thinking that they were covering a big secret, maybe as evidence as he wasn´t able to see.
The next step was dealing with their families, went deep into their past and even asking the partners openly. He refused to believe that their appearance wasn´t a mask. His obsession was clear and didn´t try to avoid in front of the couple in an attempt to put them out of their senses, but all the reactions went through refinement and a strong scent of wildflowers.
He was completely desperate without any ideas. They weren´t hippies. Why they didn´t care about anything? He was just considering the theory of aliens. Spent the afternoon thinking of it and in the evening made a decision: yes, the couple was extraterrestrial.
Knowing that their perfection was due to a far away origin, he determined to let them spread the scent of wildflowers and to concentrate on a new apparently perfect couple.
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