[Monts turns around from examining a mannequin wearing a handsome vest and smiles when she sees the employee. He must be a tailor or the tailor of the shop, she thinks.]
An answer is better than none.
[She steps near him, rummaging in her big apron pocket. Several scents waft off of her, mostly coffee, some cinnamon and ginger, and something fruity (the small streak of raspberry jam on the corner of said apron).]
I'm not sure if this would be a particularly good clue for a tailor to glean, but...
[Monts produces a slightly worn, but good quality, chestnut colored leather wallet from her pocket and waves it at the young man.]
I'm trying to return this to someone. They left it behind and though I kind of remember their face, I'd like a point in the right direction of where someone who would own this sort of wallet would reside in. Anything about it rings a bell?
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[Monts turns around from examining a mannequin wearing a handsome vest and smiles when she sees the employee. He must be a tailor or the tailor of the shop, she thinks.]
An answer is better than none.
[She steps near him, rummaging in her big apron pocket. Several scents waft off of her, mostly coffee, some cinnamon and ginger, and something fruity (the small streak of raspberry jam on the corner of said apron).]
I'm not sure if this would be a particularly good clue for a tailor to glean, but...
[Monts produces a slightly worn, but good quality, chestnut colored leather wallet from her pocket and waves it at the young man.]
I'm trying to return this to someone. They left it behind and though I kind of remember their face, I'd like a point in the right direction of where someone who would own this sort of wallet would reside in. Anything about it rings a bell?