Sep 28, 2014
    --- " Oh bloody Hell... Did you see her? That girl? "
Hatter's eyes lit up as a blond walked by the nearby window. With thread still attached to his customer's top, the man jogged over mid stitch, practically pressing himself up against the glass. It could have been Alice...It could have...The female dropped something at her feet, giving him a second or two to actually glance at her face.
It wasn't Alice.
Of course it wasn't.
Frowning now, the man walked back over.
    --- " I shouldn't even be doing this for you. I'm a personal tailor for White Arrow Associates, and you're- Well you aren't them. You're lucky you have money. "
