It was officially Day 3 of Gaby’s OOTD streak, and Jake had to admit—she was really committed. He had barely rolled out of bed when she was already propped up in front of the mirror with her phone in hand, doing her signature little spin.

“Alright guys, OOTD day threeee,” Gaby sang, her voice full of Gen Z energy as usual. “Today we’re chillin’, okay? Real casual. We got short black leggings, this cute oversized drop shoulder blue tee—like, literally feels like a cloud—and of course… the classic Nike socks. You already know I don’t play when it comes to socks.”

Jake walked by, toothbrush in his mouth, raising a brow at her. “Did you just say your shirt feels like a cloud?”

“Yes,” Gaby said confidently, turning toward him. “A cloud, Jake. Feel it.”

He poked the sleeve, still brushing his teeth. “Okay yeah… kinda cloud-ish.”

“Thank you.” She turned the camera to him. “Now let’s talk about his fit because he looks lowkey fire today.”

Jake paused dramatically and posed. “Black baggy leggings. Check. Black Nike sweater. Check. Also stolen from your side of the closet.”

“That’s a lie!” Gaby laughed, walking over and flicking his sleeve. “That’s your sweater.”

“Doesn’t matter. You probably wore it first,” Jake smirked.

They both stood side by side for the mirror selfie portion, Gaby leaning into him as she adjusted the phone. “OOTD couples edition again,” she announced. “Vibes: matching, moody, and morning grumpy.”

“I’m not grumpy,” Jake mumbled.

“You literally just grunted when I asked if you wanted pancakes.”

He shrugged. “Still not grumpy.”

Gaby grinned and ended the clip with a wink. “Catch us tomorrow for day 4… or don’t. But we’re still posting it.”