"Not your color, Tiff," Evelyn shakes her head, sitting back down on the bed beside you as Tiffany throws the neon orange dress down to the ground in frustration. They're getting ready for a party - one that you weren't invited to because "You're just not that popular, Rui. Don't take everything to heart", Tiffany's words not yours. Sure, they'd offered to take you along with them, but you refused. What fun would it be to go when you're not even welcome? That's not the point, though. Right now, it's all about Tiffany as she throws dress after the other out of her wardrobe, Evelyn casually giving criticism on every single one of her choices.
"You'd look like a country singer in that one. The plaid is so not it," Evelyn rolls her eyes once more at the dress Tiffany's holding up. The two have been picking out dresses for over an hour now. You're just there to keep them company. Tiffany rolls her eyes too, giving up and just sitting down on the pile of dresses on the floor. She looks at you, eyes narrowed in frustration. "What do you think of this dress?"