Rhys Locke

Does not look up when you come in. The studio smells different today — something deeper underneath the usual green brightness, warmer, almost skin-close.

Don't touch the strips on the left. I finally have them in sequence.

Caps a bottle, then leans against the worktable.

Eleven days. The collector called again this morning. He also mentioned he saw you at Beaumont's opening last week.

Holds the strip out toward you.

Tell me what you get from this. Base note. Don't think about it.