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Post by liechtenstein on Apr 26, 2011 23:48:45 GMT
"Oh, do you play an instrument?" Lilli asked. "I don't know how to at all, although my mother says my singing isn't so bad, but moms always think the best of their children."
Lilli watched as Michael kept taking his hands out of his pockets and putting them back in.
"I like tailoring and I'm the only child in the family," Lilli continued. "I probably will stay in the family business. It's not that I don't like fabric. I actually like sowing, although I can't make the stitches as neat as the ones on your sleeve hems. Sorry if that's a bit weird that I noticed, but I can tell your outfit is really well made with lots of care put into it! I want to make clothes the same way."
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Post by Michael Wang on Apr 27, 2011 19:11:37 GMT
"Care...yeah, I don't think mass-producing machines care all that much." He said with a small smile.
Michael decided he really did like Lilli. She was nice and didn't rant like other girls.
Flipping open his cellular phone, he took another look over the GPS messenger, "We're almost there; or at least, that's what the directions say."
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Post by liechtenstein on May 22, 2011 0:40:38 GMT
"Oh," Lilli said, feeling her cheeks heat up. She bent down a little to look closer at Micheal's sleeve and indeed, the stitches were much too regular to be made by anything but machines.
She abruptly straightened her back when she caught Michael looking at her a little curiously, although friendlily.
"So it's very close," Lilli said not knowing what else to add. "That's good."
They walked on.
"Um...I want to thank you for showing me around." Lilli fished around in one of her pockets to produce her father's business card. "If you ever need anything hemmed or mended, please visit us! I'll definitely do it for free." At Micheal's amused look she added teasingly, "With lots of care!"
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Post by Michael Wang on May 22, 2011 12:48:13 GMT
As their destination came in sight, Michael let out a sigh. The most of this area was uncharted by public transport so he'd have to walk back to the main center himself. Though it was getting dark, the liveliness of the bush still showed and the night flowers had began to open up. Michael decided the scenic route was a much better option compared to any railway trans-system.
Just as they arrived, Michael watched Lilli dig in her pockets in a hurry. Had she left something behind? He smiled, thought, when she handed him the card; relieved, he slipped it into his coat pocket.
He nodded to her little attempt to boost her fathers stores reputation, "Might I have to rip a few of my jackets myself? Because I really would like to see you again."
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