Joséphine cursed softly as she pricked her thumb with her sewing needle. She hated doing the brims of hats. She always stuck her fingers. It wasn't that she was poor at sewing, as a matter of fact, she prided herself on being quite good with a thread and needle, but she had such clumsy fingers sometimes, and doing the brims of hats without a thimble was a daunting task.
When someone stumbled into the shop, she almost dropped the hat she was working on in shock.
"Bonsoir, monsieur," Joséphine demurred, getting to her feet to make a quick curtsy. "Are you here for yourself or for a lady friend?"