Alice had been drawn off in thought. Her green eyes focus in the cloudy reality of possibly fashion lines. The notes of the jazz merely encouraging such a wandering of her mind. Blinking in alarm she shifted her attention back to the red haired man, taking a sip of the chai to buy herself some time to think on the question. She was always a little scattered in thought, which wasn't always a good thing. Especially at times like these. "Often enough, I enjoy the music." She admitted, "It's excellent when I'm stuck on a design and can't exactly go too far from my shop."

It really wasn't too far from her shop in all reality. Just a few blocks away, something that- if you were used to the walk- you would not notice. Even in the winter months with snow piling high and the bitter cold from general New York weather and the chill brought in by the sea... A good cup of tea on a cozy day or night like that. It would be enjoyable. "So why were you looking for such a coat on such short notice?" Alice questioned the potential model. Excitement stirred in her eyes. "I thought perhaps you were a model with such a look!" Pausing she shot Liam an apologetic look again. "You're not a model are you-?" Her voice trailing off in obvious worry she had offended him.