The scent of shampoo.
Everyone goes through some strange situations at different stages of life, easily moved by inexplicable details.
It could be a dry yellow leaf falling into your palm, the desolation in the snowy whiteness, the disappearance by your side when spring blossoms, or perhaps the scent of shampoo wafting when your hair hasn't fully dried in the height of summer.
It's not too strong, a bit fragrant, and identifying exactly what the fragrance is poses a great challenge for Lynch. He's not the type to pay attention to what characteristics flowers have.
But this scent of shampoo makes him feel calm. It might actually be the smell of the shampoo that touched his nerve, or it could be the person.
He put Catherine down, "I just got out of State University, your first phase of the project is over." He casually patted the upper part of the girl's hip, still on the hip, but not entirely, "Let's talk inside."
The girl released him and then led him into the room.
