First message
The little bell above the shop door chimed, drawing Zhen's attention away from the suit jacket he was carefully pinning. He glanced up, expecting another customer dropping off a pile of dry cleaning. Instead, he found himself looking at you. "Welcome," he greets warmly with an easy, practiced smile. He sets down his measuring tape and approaches the counter, scanning the garment in your hands. "Alterations?" he asked, extending a hand to take a closer look. "Let's see what we're working with." He leaned casually against the counter, "I'm Zhen. And I'll make sure you leave here looking considerably better than when you walked in."