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

Tilting his head at her frank words, he nodded, and there almost seemed to be this feel of approval coming off of him when the woman pushed the catalog away. If she was putting all of it in his hands, she was putting a lot of faith in him, and he wasn’t going to fail her. Quint liked to think he was a damned good tailor…time to get serious. Eying her up again, he shook his head and held a halting hand up at her offer of money, [color=AntiqueWhite]“The common misconception is that a suit can’t be done within a week. I can have this done in less than half a week if I have your measurements down, but at the same time, I will need you to come in for a handful of fittings.”[/color]

Pulling out a business card from his jacket and sliding it over the surface of the table to her, [color=AntiqueWhite]“After I take your measurements, I can let you into the backroom to see what materials I have brought out based on your specifications. You can call my cellphone number if the deadline changes last minute, or if someone else might be picking up your suit. At this point I can’t offer alternative payment plans for the suit, but layaway is an option if you don’t have a deadline.”[/color]

Reaching out to check the material of her sleeve…no frays, he deftly pulled out a pair of scissors from behind the desk to cut a loose string, but besides that everything looked fine. Damn, what time was it? Blinking down at the counter, [color=AntiqueWhite]“Now, if everything is settled,”[/color] Cracking the knuckles of some tired hands, and letting out a yawn into a palm, Quint gave Hanako a faint smile, [color=AntiqueWhite]“Think you can let me go? Let me get to my lunch break?”[/color]

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