Alexander found himself back in the exhibition hall with the Scientific Society, but unlike previous times, there was a distinct lack of excitement. Even if His own creation was on display this time.

Reflecting on the past few months, Alexander couldn't help but marvel at how everything had changed, all thanks to Maybel. The Winters, once seemingly out of reach, had become a familiar presence in his life. However, uncertainty lingered as he returned to the place where it all began, unsure of where he stood with Maybel now. They hadn't seen each other in some time, especially after his bold move of showing up at her window late at night. He considered himself lucky not to have been caught, realizing the potential consequences if Maybel's father had discovered him.

Since that daring escapade, communication with the blonde had dwindled, leaving Alexander in a state of confusion. He had been cautious not to appear desperate or annoying, perhaps too cautious. The uncertainty had cast a shadow over his mood, making him less inclined to play the enthusiastic salesman and showcase his invention to strangers. The perfume maker, a creation designed for himself, was capable of producing a rich liquid from various ingredients and oils, offering the possibility of creating a variety of scents.

However, Alexander's main focus had been on replicating the sweet fruity scent that Maybel always wore. Despite his efforts, he hadn't yet succeeded, and the lack of progress added to his disheartened mood. As he stood amidst the exhibition, surrounded by the creations of others, his thoughts drifted to Maybel and the intricate chemistry that seemed to elude him in both science and matters of the heart.

Was it fate that brought them together again, or had Maybel simply stumbled upon the pamphlet advertising the event and recognized his name? Alexander couldn't say for sure, but he couldn't deny the lift in his spirits upon seeing her once more. Even if it didn't quite match the radiant joy he used to feel whenever she crossed his path.

"So, what does this one do?" she inquired sweetly, her gloved hands resting delicately on the edge of the table where his latest invention stood. Alexander chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Nothing too thrilling, I'm afraid," he admitted with a soft sigh before preparing to explain the workings of his creation to her. "It's a perfume maker," he began, gesturing to the device and the ingredients scattered across the table. "It allows you to craft your own unique scents using various ingredients. That way, people can enjoy different fragrances more frequently, customizing the mix to their liking and even experimenting to create entirely new aromas."

Pushing some of the essential components towards her, like floral oils and spices, he continued, "It's quite simple to use. Just add a bit of each ingredient into this vial," he instructed, handing her an empty glass container. "Then place the vial into this chamber," he pointed to the designated slot before indicating the handle. "Finally, turn this gear, and the machine does the rest."

Once he finished explaining, Alexander moved to her side, relinquishing his role as the inventor and assuming that of a fellow observer. "Go ahead, give it a try, hm?" he encouraged, a warm smile gracing his features. "You can keep the scent you create."