Emily adjusted the hem of her outfit, checking herself in the mirror one last time before heading over to John's room. Her excitement was barely contained, her eyes gleaming with anticipation for the day she had planned. She knocked lightly on his door, and after hearing his "come in," she stepped inside with a bright smile.
John turned around just as he was pulling a jacket over his shirt. The moment their eyes met, they both paused, noticing they were, by sheer coincidence, matching.
Emily's shirt was the same shade as his pants, and her pants mirrored the color of his shirt. John raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk curling on his lips. "Well, would you look at that. Guess we're in sync, huh? We could almost pass for one of those annoyingly cute couples."
Emily rolled her eyes but couldn't stop herself from blushing. "Hey, I don't mind looking cute with you. Besides, matching outfits just mean we're on the same wavelength," she teased, giving him a little nudge.