The raven haired woman gave the lock a alarmed look when she hear the loud [i]KLANK[/i]. The door had been fine this morning! Her eyes narrowed suspiciously for a moment. But the man had tried to open it when it was closed, perhaps something in the old door had given it. It wouldn't have surprised Alice. Her little shop was old, it was just as well that it went now! Had it not, she probably wouldn't have noticed she admitted to herself. Giving a forlorn sigh at the predicament. Slipping by the tall man, she fiddled with the door handle for a second, before admitting to herself she'd have to buy a new lock.

Still shaking her head- and tempted to put it on Sasha's bill- Alice slipped into the shop. Flipping the little light switch right inside the door revealing a polished wooden floors and deep cream walls. Dark shelves held different tools of her art, all obviously for show. A small table and set of chairs was set behind the front window and it's show of several seasonal clothes. But the place was quiet save of the soft tick of an antique clock above of the counter at the back, and the sharp tap of Alice's hard shoes on the floor. The counter held a antique cash register, and a box of business cards. Each one proclaiming 'Timeless Tailors' was owned by one Alice Lynch and that their hours were everyday save Sunday running from eight a.m. to six thirty p.m.

"Now, will you be needing a fitting as well?" Green eyes peered over her shoulder as she shed the maroon cloak. Beneath she wore a simple, black and red dress that fell neatly to her just above her knees in the front and a little bit more behind. It was subtle compared to some of the dresses that were hanging in the room. But green eyes didn't remain on Sasha for long, before they were peering at the seam calculating exactly how to fix it under the better lighting.