This girl named Rhyme runs All Passions. She lets me use the sewing machine, so she's pretty cool in my book. But this other girl... works for her or something, I don't know. I really don't like her.

She decided to tell me that if I wanted to use the sewing machine at All Passions, I had to work for them. No asking, no negotiating, no terms, just "if you want to use the sewing machine, you'll work for us."

I told her I'd be just fine hand-stitching. Then talked to Rhyme.