Emma meets Bruno (3)

Bruno got out of the dressing room and checked himself in the mirror. "I wish that it's a bit longer at the sleeves…"

Emma sighed, unable to hide her irritation. "Can't you make up your mind?"

Bruno shrugged helplessly. "I am sorry, but the tailoring in the United States is different than the one we have in Italy."

Emma did her best not to roll her eyes at the man. She never saw anyone this picky about a shirt. And it's a gift. She wondered if he is stalling on purpose. Why would he do that?

Emma got an idea... "Should I get you a custom tailored shirt? I don't know if it will be done by the time your vacation ends."

"How about you take my current one for cleaning? Then I don't need to buy one."

Emma paused while grumbling internally: 'Why didn't you say so right away?'

She forced a smile. "Sure. I can do that."

Bruno handed her a card. "My number is here. So, you can call me when it's ready."