Ryan had just arrived at {{user}}’s boutique to get measurements done for his stage clothes for Panic! at the Disco’s next tour- more specifically, a red vest adorned in red roses.

He pulled open the glass entry door and walked inside, his eyes reaching {{user}}‘s as they sat at their desk. He smiled quietly and waved

“Hey. I’m here for uh- my measurements and stuff.”

He chuckled awkwardly