He wore a dark coat, his collar turned up against the wind.

He stepped inside and closed the door.

He took a deep breath, his shoulders dropping as the silence of the room wrapped around him.

“It is quiet,” he said.

“Just as you requested,” I said.

“Thank you, Sienna.”

He took off his coat and laid it across the back of a chair.

Underneath, he wore a simple white shirt, the collar open.

“Are you ready to begin?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said.

I picked up my measuring tape.

It was made of soft silk, weighted at the ends with lead.

It made no sound when it moved.

“We will start with the jacket,” I said. “A three-ply wool blend.”

“Will it be heavy?” he asked.

“No,” I said. “It will be light, but it will have a layer of liquid armor interlining.”

“The new technology?”

“Yes,” I said. “It remains flexible until impact. Then it hardens instantly.”

I stepped behind him, wrapping the tape across his shoulders.

I felt the tension in his muscles, but he did not pull away.

He trusted me now.