Okay, I had no idea what a male Seamstress was called so Im just gonna refer to Jack as a seamstress - Anyways, enjoy :)

 The familiar sound of the little bell ringing on the door caused Jack too look up from his sewing machine, He glanced from the customer too the clock, Jack wanted to say "We're closed" but didn't have the heart too once he'd glanced at the customer again. He had a smile on his face, and seemed rather shy. Jack stood up from the machine to take his place behind the counter. "Please, come in. I wont bite ya." He chuckled and so did the man. The man in question had eye-catching red hair, Brown eyes that felt like home when you looked into them and a muscular build, he began looking around the shop that had many clothes that were brought back to life by Jack. The Irishman was proud of all the clothes he gave life again, He seemed to have the magic touch. After the man looked around and picked out some jeans he came over to the counter.
Jack felt nervous all of a sudden, why was he so nervous? It was just a customer. Jack shook his head, looking back at the man and scanning the jeans. "Excuse me, Could you maybe sew these up too?" The red headed man said in a deep American accent which almost made Jack jump, placing a tank top that had a large tare in the middle of it onto the counter. Jack thought he wouldn't question how it happened and nodded. "Of course." Jack handed the man a card. "Just leave your name and number and Ill call you when its ready." He smiled. "The jeans will be €7.70." The man wrote his details down neatly on the card and handed him the money. "Keep the change." Jack nodded, "Thank You-" He paused before reading the card. "Mark." The name seemed to roll of Jacks tongue, as if it belonged there.
Mark left the shop and Jack closed the shop to begin sewing again.
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It had only been a few days and Mark wanted an excuse to go back into the little sewing shop on the high street, he needed an excuse to see the Irish man who worked behind the counter. Why, You ask? Because he was adorable and had been playing on his mind all day. So instead of just visiting like a normal person or waiting for the call, he ripped a few of his least favorite clothes. Which had helped calm his rage from the game he was playing besides, Jack would grow suspicious if he just visited all the time, right? Mark didn't care and visited the shop once again. It was still quiet and Mark approached the counter to see the green headed man there.
"Oh hey, Mark. I was just about to call you! Here is your top. I tried my best." Jack smiled. Mark examined the top and nodded. "You did a great job, I have these shorts and other stuff I've been meaning to get sewed. Would you mind?" Mark eyes flickered to the mans name tag "Jack." He said aloud, almost if he was trying the name out like a new pair of jeans.
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Ever since then, Mark would "accidentally" tare his clothes. He visited the shop once again and Jack chuckled, Looking up at the man with raised eyebrows. "Mark, this is the third time you've been in this week - You must be really clumsy." Mark blushed, Looking at the floor.
"Well I-"
"Yes?" Jack asked, curiously.
"I kind of, need an excuse to talk to you so and this is the only way I can think of to do so?" Mark said, it coming out as more of a question than a statement. Jack chuckled, beaming almost.
"You could've just asked me on a date? But, It's sweet."
Mark began to stutter. "So uhm, do you want t-to maybe like..."
"Sure ill go on a date with you, dingus."
"Thanks for sewing up my heart, Jack."
"That was so bad." Jack chuckled, his cheeks tinted pink.