Marv stood on the fitting platform as silently settled on the dressing room. Veda stood with her hand on her chin, elegantly in a knitted white skirt and light pink top which showed off her back. Her hair fell down to her waist, like an inky river. Marv had the urge to touch it again, especially when she combed her hands through it. Marv didn't realize her arms were weighing down Mel pushed them up again, Daphne appeared with coffee and croissants, she would smile ever so slightly at Marv for longer than she should until she was shooed away again but the man, which made Marv a bit angry.
"So fabric, colors, silhouettes and styles." Mel placed the measuring tape on his shoulder, placing a finger to his small lips. "Anything in particular?" he asked, looking at Marv.
"I am not really sure" Marv wrapped her arms around herself.
