DRESS CODE

It was one hot summer afternoon. The SMS was sent and successfully received, “Coffee Bean at 5. Be there.”

I arrived earlier than usual, waited leisurely for them, enjoying my favorite Chai Latte. When it’s hot, I want it hotter. Then they came, I saw and we conquered. My very own CASHMERE MAFIA. After a few hours of catching up and trying to make the most out of our very rare get-togethers, we resorted to what we do best, scrutinizing each other’s choice of clothes.

I was scolded for wearing something that does not expose skin during summer, a black turtleneck, lacy top. It earned me the crown of “SUMMER IDOL.” This label was created [no] thanks to Abby, whose pair of shoes still has its price tag after months of wearing them. Abby’s fashion emergency was revealed through an observation by AM, whose “curtain-inspired spags under her cardigan” earned her the highly-coveted title “SAKITIN LOOK”. The term was coined by Sam, whose dress was awkwardly open at the back, unnecessarily alerting everyone who is unaware that it was intended to be such. The fashion mishap was a circle, it truly never ended.

AM aptly summarized our “fashion havoc” convention through a query full of flair and flare, “I imagined us to be wearing good clothes when we hangout like this after college. What is wrong with us?”

I took another sip of my Chai Latte and said to myself, “We may not have fully achieved our goal of CREATING A BETTER WORLD, ONE FASHION ENSEMBLE AT A TIME, but other than that, we felt at home, scratch that, we were at home.” We were at Coffee Bean. In this side of town, there is no dress code, only good conversations in between sips of tea and coffee...