You're in your room getting ready to meet with your group of friends. Abby, your girlfriend, is sitting on your bed watching you freak out because you can't find the right outfit. You try a few but all of them are bothering you for some reason, and she can't really understand since she thinks that you look good on everything you wears.

You look at yourself on the mirror, you put your coat, then you remove it again. You place a new outfit in front of your body and tilt head to the side analysing the result.

Just choose one so we can go, Lily. You have more clothes than a store in a mall. Abby says playfully leaning on one of her elbows and watching you, she's slightly surprised with the size of your closet.