I yank my cupboard open like it personally offended me.
Clothes spill forward like they're trying to escape the disaster that is my love life.
I stand there, hands on hips, staring into the void of fabric.
Cute pajamas.
Corporate shirts and pants.
Two traditional outfits I only wear when aunties emotionally blackmail me.
And like… three Western outfits I've already worn in front of Yuyu.
Multiple times.
I flop my face into my hands.
"Oh great. Perfect. Amazing," I mumble. "I'm going on a double date looking like a rejected office intern or a sleepy teddy bear."
I drag my fingers through my hair, pacing back and forth like a woman trying to solve a murder case instead of picking clothes.
My brain is screaming:
Why don't I have cute outfits?? Why?? Why does my wardrobe look like I've been cosplaying a struggling college student for ten years straight??
Behind me, Jiang peeks into the cupboard like a confused puppy.
