A purplish afternoon seeps through the arched window. Noel, with her light purple bob cut, adjusts the gold-rimmed safety goggles on her head and scans the measurement marks on her leather apron. Even after the small metallic sound of the scale stops, she checks its level once more.
She slightly opens the stopper of one bottle and pauses. The scale value is correct, but her brow furrows. In the corner of her notebook, next to the numbers, the small words 'rain-soaked leaves' remain partially erased.