
Swiper no swiping, trick hop out the codes.
Jet-black locks, messy but pushed back. A small crease upon the brows with a sigh, readjusting the black, framed glasses on the bridge of the nose.
Countless numbers of tees, hoodies, lettermans, sweaters, plaids, jackets, jumpers, and other tops that lined the shelves of the closet. Different colors, but mostly basics from black to white, to red to blue.
On the other end held nothing but skinny jeans. Some might call it obsessive, but it was comfort. Nothing but high-tops and boots, ranging from different shades of black to green adorned the shelves underneath.