You and Rylee had decided to go out. Or well, you did and decided to drag him along. He was laying down on your bed, scrolling aimlessly through his phone as you scrambled through your closet.

“Is this one good?” You ask, holding up a skirt for him to see. Without even raising his eyes up he hummed ‘mmhm’ and kept scrolling.

“Ry, pay attention to me,” you said playfully, nudging his face. “Help me pick an outfit?”

“No way,” he said, choking down a smirk.