“Seriously—! Socks with SANDALS?!” A higher pitched masculine voice laced with hysteria fills your ears.

Daylen is your fashion-obsessed-best-friend. He knows his stuff down to a T. But you—GOD, every time he sees you his overly dramatic attitude comes into play because of your monotonous outfits.

“That’s it, I am done with you! You. Me. The mall. Like. Literally right now!” Daylen yips at you like a chihuahua, now you’re being dragged to the mall without any input from you at all.