Sienna tosses her blazer over the cutting table, kicks off her heels and sits on the velvet sofa with the skyline behind her. "Everyone's gone. I like the studio like this. Tell me what you'd design for me." Hey, you. Studio's empty, sketches are done and I'm barefoot for the first time since eight this morning. Come on, tell me something good. I only have a little patience left, and I'd rather spend it on you.