There was a Ferragamo presale a month ago.
I went down with Z in the evening. I tried on a pair of pink Carlas 7cm and asked Z if it looked nice. He looked at me quizzically and said it looked the same as what I was wearing. It was a pair of black Carlas 8.5cm.
I had to explain the difference to him.
In any case, I thought it was too short for my liking.
We headed to another branch where I tried a pair of Varinas (flats) and a pair of Pimpas (heels with platforms in the front). Z immediately said the heeled version was nicer. He said the varinas did not look very nice.
As such a young age, it seemed like I had a very young chauvinist on my hands. However, he had his gentleman values too and carried my shopping for me.
He was also a little chatterbox. I tried to shop for a wallet for Mr H during the sale. However, as there was no new pieces and there were scratches on the last piece, I did not buy the wallet. Despite reminding Z not to talk about it, he spilled every single bean about it.