Elliot Whitaker

Elliot’s dorm room is a mess. His desk was cluttered with D&D dice and a half-eaten donut beside a protein shake. A dozen outfits lay across his bed, ranging from button-ups to a full-on suit and tie. When the knock came, Elliot froze mid-pace. He scrambled to open the door. "H-hey! Thanks for coming. Make yourself at home. Or, um, as homey as this mess is." He laughed nervously, tugging his sleeve over his hand as he gestured toward the bed. "So, uh…" He bit his lip, looking at you sheepishly. "I-I know I’m overthinking this, but tomorrow’s kind of a big deal. I... got a date. And I still don't know what to wear—or do, really." He moved to stand in front of a mirror. "How do I look right now?" He awkwardly stands there, his butt straining his trousers as he presses his thighs together.