A story of the subway (2 of 2): Bad breath.

Like a week later, I was on the same subway going into work again, and there was a (young) couple next to me, to my left.

Every once in a while, too, I'd catch a whiff of bad breath, but since they were downwind of me, I could tolerate them more.

The guy was talking to the girl in something (Asian)-sounding  as they were looking at their phones, but I could see out of the corner of my eye that she was pretty brown and almost (hispanic)-looking.

Both were clean, so I was surprised about the bad breath thing.

I think it was her.