"Hi!" He hugs back cheerfully, then turns to Janine and holds out the neatly tissue-wrapped package. "Gotcha something," he says with a wink.

"Hello it is nice to meet you is that my dress," says Janine, yoinking the package out of his hand and tearing it open.

It is, indeed, her dress: sky-blue, demurely high-necked and low-hemmed, with elbow-length sleeves and slightly puffed shoulders and a faint pattern in the fabric that hints at clouds.

"It's perfect," she gushes, hugging it to her. "Thank you thank you! I will pay you, just a moment." She lays the dress down carefully on her bed and digs out her wallet.