“Hi Mike.” Charles gulped, before inviting his friend inside.
“Hiya.” Mike nervously said as he quickly stepped inside. “Mum made me wear this.” he said, nervously looking down at his navy blue housekeeping dress and frilly white apron.
“You look OK.” Charlie said. “What’s in the box?” he asked, staring at the box tucked under Mike’s arm.
“Oh er…. my shoes.” Mike sheepishly said. “Thank fully Mum didn’t make me walk over in them.” he added, removing the lid and revealing a pair of heeled Mary Jane’s. Glumly, he said that his mother insisted that he wore them when he arrived.
“Come through.” Charlie said, inviting Mike to the kitchen and pulling out a chair for him. “I’m just clearing up after breakfast.” he said, resuming his chore.
