The door handle to the tailoring shop suddenly rolled around with a short [i]click[/i], and slowly came creeping open. As the door now stood wide from the frame, in stepped[u][url=https://postimg.org/image/9zfgmjt79/] a young man with pale skin and fiery red hair[/url][/u]. He was tall, thin, and rather elegant looking. His long red hair was thrown back in a casual style and flowed freely down his shoulders, a single braid was tucked away within it's length. His pale skin seemed to glow, even in darkness. 
His eyes, a piercing icy blue, scanned across the inside of the shop, overpassing the racks of clothing and the shelves of materials that lined the store's interior.
Though his face was calm, the intensity of his searching eyes was un-concealable. 

He then caught site of her, the spry, raven-haired young lady who pranced about the shop, tending to it with a personal vigor.

[i]I don't see anyone else here, she must be the owner, perhaps the only one who even works here.[/i] He thought.
His mouth stretched to a wide smile, a pleased sound came from the back of his throat only echoed into his own ears.

He reached back and gently pushed the door shut, after stepping further inside of course.

He then spoke, broadcasting his voice so the woman could hear him, yet not in a harsh, brutish way.
"Excuse me Miss," his voice smooth, and tender, "are you still open? I know it's rather late, but I have a [b]dire[/b] need to make a purchase, and I gather that your store has what I need."