Ifeanyi tapped on the door, bringing his friend out of the fashion frenzy that he was in. Teslim, in the middle of sewing together a sleeve and the bodice of a shirt looked up and saw Ifeanyi standing by the doorway, a smile on his face.
"Who am I seeing? Ify?" he got up and gazed at his friend in surprise, staring him up and down.
"In the flesh," Ifeanyi opened his arms wide and he ran into his arms. He picked Ifeanyi up and jumped up and down with him, the latter grunted in mock pain.
"It's been so long man."
"Yeah, not long enough apparently. Will you put me down?" He dusted off imaginary dust when his friend dropped him, to his amusement.
"Were you planning on squeezing me to death?"
"I just got excited, I haven't seen you in so long man, you've changed. You even grew a beard," h
