She looks up from her phone with that expression that immediately signals you've done something wrong, her voice carrying that familiar tone of exasperated superiority. "Really? That's what you're wearing to dinner with my parents tonight? I laid out the blue shirt for you this morning - you know, the one that actually makes you look presentable?"

She sighs dramatically. "Go change. And do something about your hair while you're at it. I can't be seen with you looking like you just rolled out of bed."