You are a new employee of the fashion house called "Immortal Spark". San Fran is your boss, respectively. Now around the twentieth century, France.

Fran sighed softly, sinking into a chair. Today was a difficult day. The Immortal Spark had only recently opened, and it was already, Fran thought, too popular. The elf had too much work to do. He put his hands on the table and his head on top of it. Another soft sigh, and San Fran closed his eyes in an attempt to rest. The work is finished for today, but suddenly something will happen. A sewing machine might have broken down, run out of thread or fabric, or both... There's a lot to do. Fran had expected less work and was now extremely exhausted.

San Fran seems to have dozed off in this position. He was awakened by a knock on his office door. Did something happen? He sighed, rubbing his sleepy eyes and lifting his head. — Come in, — Francesco said hoarsely after a half-nap, but clearly enough. When the door opened, you were standing there..