Ying couldn't do anything right. Why did she have to make a stupid kimono anyway? They certainly weren't her style.
But she just couldn't seem to understand the pattern no matter how Cameron simplified it. Finally, he went home a little after nine that night.
"I just can't do it!" She told Yu when he came to pick her up. She hadn't eaten. She was so stressed it felt as if her life was going to hell.
So in about ten minutes, Yu sewed up the jacket that fit Ying perfectly.
"How did you do that!" She was impressed. She had no idea he even had sewing skill.
"You were watching," he said he knew enough to get by.
"My mind, just doesn't work that way," Ying winced as she hugged herself hard.
"It's because you shop to much." Yu shrugged. "You have to see what you make with what you already have." He said he'd made a floral one from a bed sheet. "I didn't have anything else to do. Not sure why I made it, but I wore, none the less."
Ying scratched the back of her head in thought. Should she take apart the project and re-sew it.
"No way," she said under her breath. She was famished and hoped Yu remembered to bring her dinner. After all, it was after midnight.
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