Usually, in the afternoon, when mister Fournier had lunch, Sylvi was alone in the shop for some time. She was a seamstress, yes, but also an occasional sales clerk, and to be honest, she was terribly afraid of the times she have to do that. And only because she knew the next customer could easily be a mob leader instead of another tired mother of ten children. Sylvi was in the back room when hearing the bell on the door making a sound and informing someone had walked in: she took the deepest breath possible before slowly making her way to the front. She managed to put a smile on her face. “Good afternoon. Is there anything special you are looking to?” For, she remembered just as she closed her mouth. It’s looking for. Sjutton. Now she wasn’t only looking stupid because of the wary look in her eyes but also because of the stupidest mistake she had just made.
"New pants. Need these size." The woman's slip up went unnoticed by the foreigner as Bo handed the sales clerk a small slip of paper with measurements that were clearly too big for the woman. And yet it was made plain by the clothing she currently wore that they actually were intended for her. Well her and Harvey both really, as the pair of them shared their clothing to save money and keep up Bo's disguise.
