“Err, no!” I replied. “What about jeans?”
He pursed his lips at my irritating questions.
“I don’t have any,” he said, looking down at the floor as if he were embarrassed.
“Oh. My. God. How old are you?” He tensed as I said this. “I mean, everyone owns a pair of jeans.”
“I’m thirty-one, and no, I don’t own a pair. What would I need them for? I don’t ever go anywhere that requires me to be... casual.”
I knew he was uptight, but I hadn’t realised how much until just now. He spent his whole life looking perfect in his suits, didn’t he know how to relax or kick back? What a strange life he led. This day was turning out to be a whole load of fun in the making.
“It’s decided then,” Ken announced. “We’re going shopping. The three of us. She’ll get a dress and we’ll find some jeans and a t-sh
