“How do you not?” Vijay glanced over his shoulder from his spot in front of Luke’s closet. “You’ve watched even more of those movies with your sister than I have. Didn’t you ever notice what the characters were wearing?”

“Um, this is me we’re talking about. On any given day, I hardly notice what I’m wearing.”

“Good point.” Vijay turned back to the closet and frowned. “Is this everything?”

“I’ve got a few things in the dresser.” Luke moved to open a drawer, pulling out a hoodie.

“A sweatshirt? No way.” Vijay shook his head. “Pen would kill me.” He pulled a few shirts from the closet and tossed them on the bed. “I can’t believe we’ve been living here for almost a year and these are all the clothes you own.”

“Yes, you can.”

“You’re right,” Vijay sighed. “Unfortunately, I can.”

He and Vijay had been best friends since grade school. And Luke’s fashion sense, or lack thereof, hadn’t changed in more than twenty years. Jeans. Sneakers. T-shirt. Nicer dress shirt when the occasion called for it. Lucky for him, in his line of work, the occasion rarely called for it.

Vijay stared at the clothes strewn across the bed. “This is hopeless.” He headed for the door. “Come with me.”

“We don’t have time to go shopping.”

“I know.” Vijay held the door to Luke’s room open. “We’re going to my room.”

Jay, Luke, and Penelope all had suites on a floor of the hotel reserved for staff. Vijay was just a few doors down and Pen’s room was in the opposite wing, near Mrs. W.’s suite. The contract to create the rom-com sim for the resort included room and board at the hotel. A great perk, and one of the reasons Luke had been so quick to agree to Penelope’s suggestion and apply for this programming position.

She’d been the one to find Mrs. W.’s bonkers job posting last spring, during a frantic about-to-graduate-college search on LinkUp. From the beginning, he’d thought the listing was too good to be real. The Notting Hill post had included a call for a game developer, an event planner, and a marketing director. It was as if someone had tailor-made a job opportunity for the three of them. He was in charge of creating the sim and integrating it with the hotel’s management system, Penelope oversaw plans for the guests’ dining and lodging experience, and Jay was responsible for handling marketing and designing a publicity campaign. As Pen had said, they made a great team.

Inside Jay’s room, Luke was impressed as ever by his friend’s organizational skills. The closet was filled with neatly hung shirts and pants. Who hangs up pants? All arranged by color. Jay slipped an impeccably pressed shirt from a hanger and thrust it at Luke.