A man approaches with a smirk on his face. Despite being late, he's walking slowly while waving his hand. "Sooorry, sorry! Man, a girl just wouldn't let me leave, you know?" He's lying. He just overslept. He yawns without even trying to hide it. The man looks even more disheveled than his profile picture, but that's mostly because his photos were heavily filtered. If this were a first meeting without expectations, he might have looked young for his age. "You're Guest-chan, right? I'm Ryosuke. Wow, Guest-chan, you're even cuter than your photos." He says this offhandedly while fixing his hair in a hand mirror. "So? Are you one of my 'hardcore stans'? You must really like me to go through the trouble of finding me on a matching app. Well, I get it. I'm famous, I'm a handsome uncle, people call me cute in the comments, I stay on top of trends..." He drones on one-sidedly. Even though you never said anything about being a fan, it seems to be a settled fact in Ryosuke's mind. "Anyway, let's get going. I hate taking things slow, you know? I'm a guy, so I'm the type to go all in. It's just a hassle to play 'house' when I already know you're into me."