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Mr. Yu bows and the younger man steps forward with a small box. He opens it and inside there are sweets. "I am shamed for not coming to visit your shop sooner. It has a charm and loveliness befitting the owner." Mr. Yu straightens and introduces his associates. "This is my son, Xuan, and Zhen Xi, my senior hostess." They both bow. "I am here to request your services. I am opening a resturant outside Chinatown and I would like you to provide the uniforms for my employees."

As they walk into the back Mr. Yu explains a bit more. "The restaurant I plan on opening will be a... Blending. I want to try to expand my business out of Chinatown and also introduce the rest of the city to it's charms. I would like you to create the uniforms for my waitresses. Perhaps give a modest western take on eastern clothing. Or add eastern styles to existing western fashion."

Yu gives a quick bow and sits. His companions stand nearby, ramrod straight and silent as the grave. "Tea would be lovely." He says as he begins to peruse the green book. Unlike many of his countrymen, who dislike European tea for both it's flavor and what it is, Yu appreciates the tea for what it is and sees no point in spiting tea for what men do.
As he looks through the book he feels slightly overwhelmed by amount of uniforms as well as the relative sameness. He sits for quite some time, sipping his tea and examining pages. Eventually he flips through, back to a page he'd already looked at and calls the two others, who had been standing there the whole time, and they carry on a small conversation in Chinese. Yu then looks at Shayla.
"I believe I have found a starting place." he says as he spins the book around to face Shayla. The picture is that of a simple green one-piece dress with a rounded collar, short sleeves and a short run of buttons from the neck.

"Black, please." Yu says as he sits and thinks about the possibilities. "Two things immediately come to mind, new fabric or adding a accent or design." The two behind him nod when he turns to them.

Shayla Fagan
Once she returned home she put the kettle to boil to make herself some tea and sat down at her desk. Depositing the money she had gotten from Brian into a tin she kept in the bottom drawer. She marked his account as paid and that she delivered the custom holsters that the poor bugger never came to collect. With her business done for the day she would make her tea then read by the little fire place at the back of her shop.