If Devin didn't know any better he would have thought his phone was broken, but instead it was his sense of fashion that was damaged. For the last thirty minutes he had been trying to figure out what to wear to the The Great Bash. Using the Color ID app on his phone he quickly realized just how lacking in the fashion department he had let himself slide. Every shirt he owned was either white or black it seemed and since he was now back on campus his selection was limited to what he had packed and brought with him on the flight over. Originally he had thought about asking his friends back home to help curate an outfit, but he was somewhat embarrassed to explain his decision to attend.
"Google, open Be My Eyes App" Devin said throwing the most recent black shirt into the color identified pile. It was time to just call in reinforcements instead of trying to doing this himself. The app asked him if he needed immediate help or specialized assistance. He spoke clearly and replied with the keywords involving selecting clothing and a male assistant. Considering he was in his underwear he was pretty sure he could be kicked off if he requested a woman. Though that was perhaps a better opinion? He listened as the phone rang and a few moments later a person picked up.
"Hello my name is Charles. It says here that you are looking for help with an outfit is that correct?" The man on the call sounded older which concerned Devin somewhat, but he couldn't well just hang up after calling. Considering he wasn't going to ask the man to dress him and instead go with what the sales person mentioned to him earlier at the airport where he bought the new jacket.
"Yes I am looking for help with an outfit. I am looking for my grey shirt. I believe I packed it, but I can't locate it." Devin then, perhaps in an act of impatience. Spun his phone along his room where he had been unpacking.
"I am looking for a grey t-shirt. I haven't been able to locate it. Can you see it?"It took a moment for Charles to reply.
"Yes it looks like two grey shirts are in the pile of shirts to the right of where you put your luggage bag. One is grey with some white speckled and the other is a graphic t-shirt with a grey color backdrop." His tone was cheerful and after he asked if there was anything else he could help with. Devin was at this point just revealed and after grabbing the shirt from the unknown pile he put the shirt on his bed along with the pants and belt. "Happy to help you Devin. Have a good time."
Once the call was done Devin was facing the right direction and felt it. He took time and repacked his clothes making up his mind to fully unpack tomorrow morning. He grabbed his towel, and made his way to the shower and after getting himself clean he dried off and got dressed for The Big Bash. His
outfit was somewhat simple with a single statement item which was the yellow jacket. The jacket was a departure from his normal hoodie and jeans look. He had purchased it somewhat impulsively, but after he put it on and gave himself a quick pat down he felt good about the move. It was a tighter layer than a comfy hoodie, but that lent itself to making Devin feel 'cooler'. As if his posture was more flexed and impressive. With one more check to make sure he had everything he needed (wallet, sunglasses, cell phone, keys, and cane) Devin left his apartment and headed out into the world to find some dinner. His heart was set on Dino's Cafe which he hadn't had all summer.
Dino's Cafe was a hole in the wall spot that featured all things Italian food. Earning its stripes in Boston the family owned eatery moved to Meadow View years before Devin arrived. Devin was personally convinced that Italian food is the greatest gift to college students. Every bachelor pad anywhere would always have at least two kinds of pasta and four kinds of sauce in the kitchen. Pizza was the national dish of choice for those age 10 to 22, and you never could beat the price. Cheap, quick, easy, and good. All these lent themselves to his lifestyle and considering food wasn't nearly as important as other things to him Devin loved Dino's. Specifically the
Meatball sub. Normally this would be a very risky play considering how he was about to go out and the meatball sub was a messy order, but Devin was feeling good and walking like he knew it. The small tap of his cane rang out just a little lighter and his stride seemed just a little more effortless.
A relaxed Devin made his way to the restaurant after about a fifteen minute walk off campus. When he opened the door to the restaurant he was greeted with a friendly cry from behind the register.
"Devin!" Shouted a short but gruff man. Dino had come to know his regulars and Devin was one he liked. "Good to see you again my friend." he added and then shouted to the kitchen behind him
"ONE SUB MEATBALL".
This made Devin smile as he gave Dino the details of his summer. The two shared a few stories and then Dino arrived with the sandwich and set it in a table for Devin to enjoy. The meal was everything Devin had wanted it to be. It was filling, delicious, and surprisingly not that messy. With his stomach full and his spirits riding high Devin left Dino's in search of the other spirits. He knew plenty would be flowing at the party tonight, but he wasn't going to show up empty handed. Getting his phone out and using the voice command he called his friend with a car and started getting his plan together for getting to the party.
"Hey it is Devin... Yep I am outside Dino's with cash in hand." 
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