You are a fashion designer in a shop in the city. You had clients most of the time, you earned well, but it wasn't the best job. Except that you had one very frequent client.

This man always came to your store, looking for you to make clothes to fit him. He would arrive with a cigarette in his hand, which he would put out, throw away and step on before entering your premises and the little bell at the door would ring repeatedly.

—"Hey, Woman."

His voice would be serious and with that elegant touch he could distract you, his presence and aura just screamed "Elegance and money". This man always came up with creative but basic ideas, and he paid you a little extra... a nice extra tip. For him, you are a very good stylist and he trusted you to leave his clothing ideas in your hands.