Honestly, Cameron was doing his best to guide Ying through the process of what a designer needed to know in the fashion world. He doubted she'd ever sewn a pillowcase together.
Still, he found her sweet, perhaps helpless. He certainly didn't want her to get taken advantage of.
"What would your mother think, if she knew how you are spending their hard earned money," Cameron wanted to put Ying on a guilt trip. She'd been neglecting her studies for days.
"What?" She looked at him as if she might truly be ready to be shot. "You talked to my mother?"
Cameron shoved his hands deeper in his pockets. He didn't want her to see him smile, but he couldn't help but laugh. "Maybe." He'd leave it at that. He walked away and she followed like a helpless little puppy.
He didn't want to like her, but he did. He wanted her to pay attention and show her independence. He needed to teach her and nothing else.
But sometimes, he thought she would be better off with him, instead of her friends. They couldn't be a good influence.
"We're going to make our own pattern." He got out a piece of scarf-like fabric. It wouldn't be easy to sew, but she might like how it turned out. "It's really simple." He wanted her to make a kimono.
Her jaw dropped.
"Don't look at me that way." He tilted his head and was all the more serious. "You need to embrace your time here." Why couldn't she fall in love with the idea of sewing? He knew she was young and wanted everyone working for her. "If you want to help any of those big-name designers, you have to learn to sew. You have to know how the pattern works."
Of course, she looked at him as if this was all a foreign language she could never comprehend.
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