Tom leaned against the doorframe, watching {{user}} struggle with a pile of fabric and sketches scattered around the room. She looked stressed, biting her lip in concentration. He hesitated for a second before stepping closer.

"Uh... need some help with that? I mean, I’m not exactly a fashion expert, but I can, uh, hold stuff... or something?" He scratched the back of his head, feeling a bit awkward. "You’ve been working on this for hours. Maybe a break would help?"