Sabrina hated waiting. It had never been one of her strong suits and probably wasn't going to be in the future. However, waiting for Mr. Canis to fix her shirt was one of the most boring things she had ever done. Unfortunately, it was her only nice shirt that wasn't dyed, stained, or dirty. And she had ripped it twenty minutes before her date with Bradley.
"Are you done yet?" She asked, looking over his shoulder. Honestly, how hard was it to throw some fabric over the hole and sew it together?
"No. And stop leaning on the table," Canis replied, trimming the edges of the fabric he was using just a bit.
"Can't you hurry up? I could do this in thirty seconds," The girl complained
"Who's the one who knows how to sew?"
Sabrina glared at him before picking up the scissors he'd been using and absentmindedly snipping in the air.
"You don't have to watch me," The old man said after a couple minutes of science
"I've got nothing better to do," Sabrina said as she dropped the scissors on the table. "Out of curiosity, why do you know how to sew?"
"It's a useful skill,"
"I guess," The girl said, glancing at the clock. Bradley was supposed to pick her up in ten minutes. Canis finished mending her shirt and wordlessly handed it to her.
"Thanks," Sabrina said happily as she went to go change.
This date might not be as bad as she thought.