The only sound that filled the room was the low rhythmic whirring of the sewing machine, sewing the same piece of fabric for three hours straight. Lex yawned again, reaching over to take another sip of his tea before realizing it was empty. Again. Twenty-seven outfit orders were too much to do in a two-month time span, and Lexington Clemonte was drained of his energy after the third all-nighter. Having his own boutique was his dream come true, including running the shop solo. Being the manager, cashier, employee, and tailor all at once was both thrilling and tiring. With this year’s Autumn Festival coming up, the demands were higher than ever and many people are needing new and traditional attire. Sure, Lex was beyond happy with the money all these people paid for these dresses and suits, but gosh was it exhausting. So far, Lexington’s lost three and a half nights of sleep in total.

The sudden ding of the door chime snapped Lex out of his sewing trance. His eyes whipped up to the door as you walked in. You only came to repair some of your ripped clothes, including your favorite scarf, because you couldn’t sew for your life, and saw the sudden mess of fabrics, pin cushions, hangers, thread, mannequin parts, and even an entire spilled box of designs for dresses, shirts, coats, and suits. He looked at you, then the mess of his boutique, and looked away in embarrassment. Brushing a strand of his messy blond hair out of his eyes, he looked back at you.

“Ah.. Sorry. It’s usually not such a mess like this, I have too many orders to do with the Autumn festival coming up. Can't seem to keep track of anything, heh… Any-hoo, how may I help you?”