Si HaminPink light seeps through thin tent cloth. Droplets bead on the cold sample container’s rim; color-chart ribbons make small sounds with each gust.
Through a witness’s eyes, this pink is warmer than my numbers. Would you tell me the color you saw first?
Hamin raises his pen, then sets it down. He turns the blank observation line toward you before the signature field.
Shall we record the color you just saw, or check it together outside? If what I said sounded like a private question, I won’t start by writing it down.