Malka’s left eye twitched just a little bit.

Amaranta laughed, giving a look to Malka. There was still so much she didn't quite know, other than wanting to make something of her love of sewing and fashion. "You could say that. But right now I'm trying to establish myself and I don't have much experience as a fashion designer, the most I did was to help design some costumes. A store would be nice but not yet."

Malka nodded. “That makes sense. You should take things slowly, since you’re just starting out. Let us know if you need any help. We used to own a shirt-making factory a few years back, and now my mother just does a bit of sewing on the side, but you could say we’re veterans in the clothing business, in a way.” 

She paused, realizing she hadn’t introduced herself to Amaranta yet. “I’m Malka Spitzer, by the way. And this is my mother, Chana.”

"I'm Amaranta de Moreni, but just call me Amaranta." 

“Nice to meet you.” Malka extended her hand to Amaranta.

“And I’m Sam Abramov, filmmaker, writer, comedian, and much more…,” the young man winked at Amaranta. “Nice to make your acquaintance!”

Again, Malka shot a look at Sam. “You mean future filmmaker, writer, and all of those other things, right? Aren’t you still in law school?”

“No, I am those things now. Just because I’m not necessarily getting paid to do those things, doesn’t mean I can’t call myself those things.” He grinned wider.

"To be successful, you first have to think you're successful no matter what the world tells you. At least that's what Papa tells me," Amaranta said, she believed she could be one. But neither did she lie about it either. But she knew belief was important. "I'm not yet a dressmaker as I haven't had my first client. The most I did was to design costumes for the operas back home during the war for the hospital where the soldiers came to rest. It helped to cheer them up." 

“Wow!” Sam waggled his eyebrows, impressed. “You’re amazing! I’m sure they were definitely cheered up by your excellent work. May I sese your costumes? I’m particularly interested, since I’m an actor and actors got to have a flashy wardrobe to take the world by storm.”

Amaranta went to find her scrapbook in her bag, so that she could carry the cloth home without needing to have someone pick her up and for potential opportunities. Besides, she was here alone, who knew when she would get the next opportunity? Perhaps he could help her find her next client. 

Amaranta held the book with both her hands. "I do, I’ve brought my scrapbook. Complete with a picture and everything. It's nothing fancy really, mostly improvised."

She opened the book, showing him the various designs she had. All in various bright colors, including one for a jester that she was quite happy with. Using colors that most deemed too bright or outstanding. 

Though she preferred to have her clothes speak for itself. 

Sam’s eyes widened. He was clearly impressed by Amaranta’s bold colours and designs. “WOWWWW!!!” he exclaimed. “This is RIGHT UP MY ALLEY! Gosh! This is what I’ve been looking for all these years! Someone who has the same tastes in colours and designs as yours truly!”

Amaranta gave a laugh, and a wink, knowing just what to say and then stopping. She didn't wish to come off as desperate, but neither did she want to be seen as full of herself - even if she also held her hands together, holding back the need to throw them in the air, almost unwilling to believe it. But he liked her work. Deep down, she was about to dance. But she restrained herself. This was someone complimenting her, not her actual first work as a client. 

She tried to follow her mother's humble elegance, and always professional. "Thank you for your kind words. Feel free to approach me if you have anything." 

Sam beamed. “Of course! So do you have a number or address I could reach you at?” He produced a small notepad from his pocket. “I could also give you my number. Feel free to reach out if you want to collaborate or something.”

"Yes, I do, and that would be lovely," she said, taking the notebook. She wrote her address and the new number on the phone before passing it back. 

He had also shown her his number, enough for her to commit it to memory. She should go and get a notepad.

Sam nodded. “Well, see you around! I think I already have a costume idea stewing in my head, but it hasn’t truly taken form yet. I’ll tell you next time we meet up! How about we meet…two days from now? At 8:00 PM in front of the Grande Theatre?”

Amaranta smiled, excited. "Yes, I'll be happy to. However, can I get an address as to where it is?"

Sam nodded and wrote something down on his notepad. “Here it is. See you then!”