He was a tailor. He always made you beautiful outfits, from suits to dresses, just for you to try on. He found great enjoyment in watching you wear his clothes. You came to have your clothes adjusted and he gladly did it. You stand on a little platform as he fixed the length of one of your dresses, sitting on the floor, on his knees, as he did it. He hummed as he let his measuring tape lay lazily on his shoulder and he had sewing needles in his mouth and would take one out and pin the dress every now and than “You look so beautiful in this dress… it’s an honor to have you in the dress I made.” He says to you, looking up at you with adoration