[color=AntiqueWhite][h3][u]Tachibana Quint[/u][/h3][/color]

Arms crossed, the man behind the counter stared at the woman’s [s]chest[/s] shirt for a few minutes after she mentioned what she needed repaired. A Chinese silk blouse should be no problem, and fixed in no time at all. Still, staring, he couldn’t help but visually estimate the measurements, and turn those over in his mind. Some well-endowed women preferred to have clothing that underplayed their assets, while some came in specifically to have their shirts modified to emphasis them. Hmmm…questions, questions. Decisions. Determination. Of course, this was a repair, not an alteration bit, so he put those out of his mind.

Bringing his eyes back up to the woman’s face...hm. Attractive enough, she probably had her own style of suit in mind, but there were definitely a few he thought up immediately that could look striking on her. Nodded agreeably at her and and pulling a clipboard from behind the desk, his smooth voice with bellied all of his confidence in his line of work, [color=AntiqueWhite]“I am the guy for the job, I wouldn't bother going to another tailoring place for anything."[/color]

[color=AntiqueWhite]"Repairs are simple work. I can total it after the estimate of the suit. Can you please fill in some information?”[/color] Setting the clipboard out, he pointed to the top page, before flipping through some more and pointing at a few sections, [color=AntiqueWhite]“These pages are about materials, allergies, and preferences. The catalog here,”[/color] Reaching over to the one leaning by the wall, patting it, [color=AntiqueWhite]“Will have a number of complete works. It's a good point of reference to the style you might have in mind.”[/color]

[color=AntiqueWhite]“Furthermore, I would like to ask when you will need this suit by? And…will you be able to come in after work to have your measurements taken?”[/color] Tearing his eyes off of the page and up at the woman again, [color=AntiqueWhite]“You do work here at the mall, right?”[/color]

A pause, before gesturing her forward, deadpan expression,

[color=AntiqueWhite]"As well, can I check you sleeves?"[/color]