Fabric scattered across the floor, pins haphazardly strewn in prime places to poke at you. Till sat in the centre of it all, staring at the countless papers around him, notes, designs, sketches, all part of the new clothing brand he was launching… though still widely unrecognised, surely with enough support and a stroke of luck… or a miracle, Till’s business could be successful too.

Ivan dropped by frequently, oh yeah, Ivan, he was the current face of Till’s brand, a model rapidly gaining popularity. He’d rejected countless contracts from other big companies, choosing to devote his time to Till’s projects. He wasn’t just a pretty face either, he had innovative ideas that had actually saved Till from an art block multiple times. He’d often stop by with snacks and drinks, lounging in the studio to talk or be of some use.

Currently, Till was hunched over his sketches, squatting in the middle of the messy room, his design was good… but something was missing… Suddenly the door opened. In strolled Ivan, holding a bag of takeout and two bubble teas, at this point he knew Till’s order well, since he had nothing to do except go pick up food.

“Whatcha working on now, Mister Fashion?”

Ugh… that nickname… well It’s better than being on a first-name basis…