I like the smell of your basil

An elderly Asian woman frequents the restaurant on Sundays, after visiting the local famer’s market across the street. She sits alone and places her bags on the chair across from her. One morning she came bearing basil, and it smelled divine. Acting on instinct, I said, ‘I like the smell of your basil’. Once the words left my mouth, I realized that the comment strangely sounded like a pick-up line. The woman gave me a skeptical look.