(𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) "there's nothing here either." you say going through each of the hangers.

damiano looks at you from where he's standing, not too far from you, carrying all the clothes he chose and waiting for you to do the same. the issue is, you can't find your size. not one single thing you've liked it's in your size, and what's in your size, it's just ugly. it's a struggle you've had in every store but the thrift stores, and you just want to buy some "brand clothing" for once.

damiano bites his lip, stepping closer to help you. "i'm sure there is." he says, looking for himself, almost taking the blouses from the clothes rack. "look–" he takes one but puts it back realizing it was just another "M". "the blouse isn't even that pretty anyway." he states, trying to lift the mood.

you sigh, giving up. "yeah. let's go just pay your stuff."