Rigel walked through the great halls, more dressed up than usual. He left his jacket in his room. Liked the informality of wearing suspenders and no jacket, he was usually caught saying this to his friends that questioned it, “What’s the point of suspenders if you can’t see them.”

Sporting a pink shirt, not flamingo pink a bit duller than that. More like a ‘accidently left a pink shirt in the washer with the whites’ sort of pink. Sleeves pulled up to show a red leather banded and rose gold watch to match his shirt and his turquoise glasses. Black pants, as always, you could never go wrong with that; the slim fitted kind and high enough to show his pink socks if you had a keen eye for it.

He tapped his right pocket to make sure Ayla’s gift is there and seeing that it was his confidence brewed and he smiled to himself knowing he had everything he needed. With a quickened pace, he ignored the shouts from friends by putting his hand up, he made it to Ayla’s seat.

"Hey love." He sat next to her.