A subtle excitement encashed Riker Taylor as he drove himself to the location of the Fashion Show. Not necessairly for the show itself; though that would indeed be interesting. But rather - what Riker Taylor was excited for was the surfboard currently tied around the top of his car. And perhaps for the first time; it wasn’t for him. No this longboard white with a yellow stripe in the middle; the the letters “EL” adorning it’s surface and his favorite feature - Elodie’s signature yellow heart in the middle. Riker had spent the last 3 weeks since the camping trip building the board himself to his idea of perfection. It did, indeed, scream “Elodie DeLoughrey” and now he could only hope she liked it as much as he did. For Dorian, however, Riker did have to pull some of the family strings to get a signed soccer ball by what Riker recalled as Dorian’s favorite soccer player. A heart feat; though not impossible. And both items were currently sitting in his car as he parked it and walked in doors of the red-carpet esque event.
Inside the busstling space Riker saw students, celebrities, other fashion designers galore. It truly seemed like a big deal that was mostly student-run; though he knew the designer in charge was a big name who hadn’t released a line in a few years - causing a buzz amongst the general population. In all honesty; when filling out the form to what Riker would be doing - the man had closed his eyes and eenie, meenie, miney, mo’d it and found his hand landing on model. Hence what he’d be doing today. As he reached the interior - walking towards the back room where people were getting ready; Riker smiled seeing a famiar face; one that adorned Yara Keller. Somewhere inside; part of his heart still ached when he saw her - but then again, it was the same part that Riker had gotton used to at this point. “Evening stranger,” Riker smiled; walking towards the girl who shared the apartment with him. “So I see you’re on a war with me; you used all the hot water today and made me shower in what can only be described as water that was colder than the Artic - and I’d know because I’ve been to the Artic. What do you have to say about yourself Yara?” Riker questioned; a joking smile on his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest, “AND YOU ATE ALL THE LASAGNA I MADE LAST NIGHT” he added with emphasis.