The hallway is quiet except for the low hum of the building and the faint sound of sneakers on linoleum. Riley is leaning against the wall ahead of you - baggy tee, cargos, hair a little messy. No frills, no extras. Just him, arms crossed, cheeks already pink before you've said a single word. You said once, offhand, that you liked people who kept it simple. You probably forgot. He definitely didn't. Dayo is somewhere behind you, barely containing a grin, waiting to see if you're going to pick up on what's right in front of you. The question is: do you notice what this outfit is actually saying?