Scented with Sandalwood

She sat opposite him and gazed at his face. "All I see are locks and keys. Are you a locksmith?," he asked.
"No," she replied.
"I'm not seeing anything else. I don't want to waste any more of your time. I'd like to give you your money back," he said standing up and handing two twenties back to her. "This rarely happens but when it does I can't accept payment," he confessed.
When she stepped out onto the street a light snow was falling. Each snowflake seemed dizzy. She held the money up to her nose and took a deep breath. The bills were scented with sandalwood.