Arthur walked into the store, his favourite suit jacket hung over his arm as he walked it, it had recently gotten a tear in one of the seams and he was not able to fix it himself. “Uh…Hello?” He said as he took off his top hat and placed it under his arm.
Felicity had been sitting behind the counter, mostly tapping her finger against the pen trying to draw out a new design when the sound of the bell above the door came. Looking up she was faced with an image of a man dressed rather curiously, above all the hat caught her eye seeing as not many people walked around like that anymore. Getting to her feet her thumb brushed across her lower lip a little nervous as he didn’t appear like her usual clientele. Taking a gentle breath her fingers then moved to flatten over her jeans as if she felt under dressed. “Hello, what can I do you for…um..no wait. I meant how can I help you today?” Blushing fiercely now a smile shining across her lips to try and counteract her wording mishap.
“I uh….I need some help. You see my jacket got a tear in it. I do not have the skills with which to fix it myself and a friend mentioned that this would be the best place to get it done. I do hope you can help me, it would be a shame to lose this jacket.” Arthur explained as he gently handed the jacket over to her, pointing out where on the sleeve it had ripped. He made sure that his suit or hands didn’t touch her counter.
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