It was a typical weekday morning in the Rourke house—except “typical” didn’t apply when Gaby was home from college. The kitchen smelled like toast and iced coffee, and Gaby, freshly showered and glowing, stood in front of the living room mirror holding her phone up for her daily TikTok OOTD.

“Okay guys,” she said to the camera with a confident smile, “today’s college fit is super simple but cute. Tight jeans with this brown belt, and this little white crop top I got from that vintage place in Lexington. You already know I had to—”

Before she could finish, her younger brother popped into the frame, throwing his arms up and making a goofy face.

“Cringe!” he shouted. “This is so embarrassing!”

Gaby whipped around with mock annoyance. “Jake! Get out of my TikTok!” she laughed, trying to push him out of the camera’s view while still holding her phone steady.

“I’m saving your followers from secondhand embarrassment,” Noah grinned, ducking under her arm and making another face in the mirror. “You’re gonna wear that in public?”

“Yup,” she said, shoving him playfully. “And I still look better than you in your wrinkly hoodie.”

He shrugged, unfazed. “That’s because I don’t need to do a whole fashion show before class.”

“You wish you had this much drip,” Gaby teased, smirking as she hit ‘post’ on her TikTok.

They both laughed, and as she grabbed her backpack to head out the door, she called back, “You’re lucky I love you, loser.”