A scent drifts behind a man wearing a three-piece suit.
Because of it, the clean lines of the suit quietly sharpen his tension.
A woman in a black dress takes off her shoes and holds them in her hand.
No sound remains.
All that exists is her coriandre perfume.
It is a scent sent many years ago — impossible to forget.
With the sound erased, the fragrance seems to grow stronger,
until it feels as though it has soaked deeply into the back of his suit.
Kazue Shima fashion illustrator, visual story artist.
