"Hey," Ryan's voice startled me from behind as I turned to see him approaching.
"Oh, hey," I greeted, a smile spreading across my face. I was engrossed in a conversation with Max, pleasantly surprised by the common ground we'd found.
"You're in a bar at 5 pm wearing that?" Ryan's amused tone drew my attention to my attire as he gestured towards my clothes.
"What? There's nothing wrong with my clothes," I defended, rolling my eyes in mock annoyance.
"Says the woman who's wearing pajamas inside a bar," he teased, a chuckle escaping him as he walked past me towards the counter.
I glanced down at my outfit, unapologetic. "Psh, it's comfortable, and these are sweatpants," I retorted, a hint of irritation creeping into my tone.
"Could you please take off your sweatpants and go home," he qu
