Day 4 of the OOTD streak had officially begun, and as usual, Gaby wasn’t about to let the morning go by without documenting the fit. Jake had just finished pouring cereal when he heard her classic, energetic voice echo from the hallway:

“OKAY GUYS—OOTD DAY 4!”

She strutted into the kitchen like it was a runway, spinning once as her phone camera followed. “Today we’re in a comfy mood, but like, still hot. So we got this dark blue crop top, super simple, suuuper cute—thank you very much. And then greyish-blue sweatpants because, duh, balance. Cozy but cool.”

Jake looked up from his bowl. “Wow, the way you just act like this is the Met Gala every morning…”

Gaby grinned. “It IS the Met Gala, babe. You just don’t get it.”

He squinted at her outfit. “You look like you’re about to take a nap and win a fashion show.”

“EXACTLY!” she laughed, turning the camera toward Jake. “Now let’s see what Mr. Judgey is wearing.”

Jake glanced down at himself—plain black t-shirt, some athletic shorts, one sock on, the other still missing. “This is called ‘I woke up six minutes ago and I’m still winning.’”

“You woke up looking like you just lost a fight with your blanket,” Gaby teased, playfully tugging at his t-shirt. “Also where’s your second sock?”

“It’s somewhere in the void. Let it go.”

Gaby giggled, leaned in for a quick side-hug, and pointed her camera toward both of them. “Okay, OOTD day 4, couple edition. I’m giving cozy girlie. He’s giving… laundry day.”

Jake nodded. “Facts.”

With a final peace sign and a wink to the camera, Gaby closed out the video. “See y’all tomorrow for day 5! Maybe I’ll dress him next time.”

“Please don’t,” Jake mumbled.

“Oh, it’s happening,” she smirked.