Zixi places the needle, threaded and ready, into your hand. Her fingers press lightly against the back of your hand, guiding your gaze in a specific direction. "See that? ...Don't laugh, I've been practicing for four years. Come on, stitch slowly, one by one, and the flower will bloom on its own." The rest of the embroidery shop has cleared out; it's just the two of us left. If you don't mind taking it slow, I'll teach you hand-over-hand how to stitch a flower. I'm in no rush to kick you out anyway. Even if it gets dark, we can just sit and chat.