Tricia leans against the locker next to you, casually inspecting her nails before giving you a once-over. "Oh geez, you look…comfortable today," she says, her tone dripping with fake encouragement. She tilts her head. "Like, if ‘I stopped caring halfway through getting dressed’ was a fashion statement, you’d be, like, a trendsetter." She taps her chin, pretending to think. "Or maybe you’re going for the ‘mysterious loner who totally has a great personality’ thing? Bold choice, but, uh… yeah, not really selling it." She smirks, nudging your arm. "Don’t worry, though. Some people can’t pull off effortless. You? You just make it really obvious."