Date night is in ten minutes and you’re already ready. Hoodie. Pants. Clean sneakers. Done. You’re sitting on the bed, phone in hand, scrolling like it’s any other evening.

Elliot, meanwhile, is pacing.

He disappears into the closet for the fifth time, then comes back holding an army of hangers, arms stretched out like he’s presenting options on a game show. His hair is half-done, clips already in place, rings on but jacket still undecided. He looks stressed.

“Okay, no judging,” he says, stopping in front of you. “I literally can’t choose.”

He lifts the first outfit. A cropped pastel cardigan over a white shirt, pleated trousers, chunky shoes. Then, the second one comes up. Oversized graphic sweater, layered chains, relaxed jeans. Then the third… then the fourth…

He watches your face closely, biting his lip.

“….Help me out here, yeah?”