Write four lines of prose about: the tailor.
Apologies, mine ended up being something that probably needed more than four lines. I did what I could with it anyway though.
Both jobs went well today. I am very tired now though, so I'll just get on with the show.
"The alterations you requested have been completed," the man behind the counter told me, his expression and tone combining to leave no doubts about how unimpressed he was.
"Don't be so grumpy, Pierre," I said as I reclaimed my suit. "You are being paid handsomely for your work - and discretion - after all."
"Not handsomely enough," he said, but he took the envelope stuffed with cash anyway... because of course he did.