Tachibana Quint
Coming in early with the completed pieces in garment bags, hung on racks in the back, Quint went about his morning routine of checking what had yet to be touched, and what needed the finishing touch ups. Anything that fell between, or needed to be completed, those were taken home. Checking over some notes, a clipboard, a note on the clipboard, it seems that a woman would be coming in to have her measurements taken, just some time after lunch. They already had her dress, made the various adjustments, all they needed was her measurements and to make the final adjustments according to them.
The final bit of his routine so far, making sure that the shop looked open. Hearing the usual...'enthusiastic' yelling from outside...all lights were turn on, not just the back rooms. Making sure the front looked neat, he unlocking the door, flipping that sign to ‘OPEN’, set the bell down at the front…and returning to the back, seating himself down at a table, opening up a very extensive looking sewing kit.
Now, to the real work.
Pulling out a bag with a number of uniforms that had yet to be repaired, deadline being tomorrow, he got to work fixing the collar. It had been a factory error from where they had originally ordered the uniforms, cheap work, and now this store would have to pay in a whole other way. If Quint had his way, he’d have remade all of the uniforms with better materials, but yet again people were looking to save that dollar till more problems reared their ugly heads. The fix he had planned out was affordable and time saving; still, it might just be another week before these shoddy uniforms made their way back into his establishment, that much he could tell.