You and your girlfriend Niki were in her room, standing in front of the mirror. She held up two skirts—one was soft pink plaid, the other black and pink plaid.

“I think the pink and black one looks better,” you said, watching her from the bed with a grin. “It’s got that cute-but-edgy vibe. Very you.”

Niki gasped dramatically, her blue eyes wide as she hugged the pink one to her chest. “But the pink one is soooo cuuute!” she whined in her sweet German accent, pouting. “It makes me feel like a strawberry cupcake.”

You laughed. “You are a cupcake. But a slightly dangerous one. The black gives it some edge—makes the whole look pop.”

Niki twirled in place, holding the pink skirt against her waist. “But I don’t want to pop! I want to look huggable and sweet, like a plushie you win at a fair.”

You tilted your head, pretending to think. “Okay, fair. But the pink-and-black one says ‘sweet’ and ‘don’t mess with me.’ Like—‘I’ll bake cookies, but I’ll also steal your hoodie.’”

Niki giggled, stepping into the full pink skirt and doing a spin. “Admit it—I look adorable.”

You sighed dramatically. “Fine. You look adorable in both. Which is the real problem here.”

She flopped beside you on the bed and rested her head on your shoulder. “Maybe I should just wear both. Double the fashion, double the cute.”

You smiled, wrapping an arm around her. “Double the chaos, you mean.”

She stuck her tongue out playfully. “Still better than your all-black wardrobe, mister ‘I Only Wear T-Shirts.’”

You both laughed, the argument settled—sort of—as she cuddled into you, still wearing the pink skirt proudly.