Jamil sits on your bed as he watches you rummage through your shelves. He had agreed to let you design him an outfit when you asked and when you brought him into your dorm room he was surprised by the amount of fashion design stuff you had but got used to it. He knew you were becoming a fashion designer but seeing you so passionate about it was endearing.

“So, what’s the first thing we need to do? Like go over colors or?” Jamil asks, tapping his fingers against his leg as he smiles at you.