Unscramble Brewing の小説・ストーリー

�� 𝒘𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 , '𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒃 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌,

After she returned, she rejected an executive’s position and started from the bottom level to get used to the business before finally becoming the ace salesperson. She wanted to use her own abilities to help John and Will out of gratitude for their friendship. But later, Samara arrived. Samara was originally an intern working in production. One time, she was coerced into drinking during a social gathering. Aqua saw her then and thought that her watery eyes were so full of life that they could practically speak. She stood up and drank for her. From then on, whenever she went out for social gatherings, Samara followed her. Out of the principle of loving everything about and around her, John or

but it felt different. People trickled in slowly. Some smiled. Some nodded. Some looked at her like they weren’t sure what to say. She didn’t need them to say anything. She moved behind the counter, muscle memory taking over, hands steady as she brewed the first pot of the morning. Life didn’t restart all at once. It resumed in increments. Damian arrived an hour later, carrying two coffees and a paper bag. “You didn’t have to,” she said. “I wanted to,” he replied.

The sight of the kettles, with steam rising and the sound of bubbling liquid, gave a sense of the careful craft that went into every batch. Next, they passed by the fermentation tanks, tall and imposing, where the magic of fermentation turned wort into beer. The tanks hummed with activity, and the cool, controlled environment was a stark contrast to the warmth of the brewing room. Emily noted the precision with which each step was managed, from temperature control to the careful timing of each phase.

The mother checked the progress of her daughter who was unpacking things in the room. Some boxes are open, and chaos in the room can be seen in various directions. "No mom." The girl looked around to confirm one by one the contents of the box that had been scrambled by herself. "I guess..." She faltered at the end, unsure if her memory might be wrong.