We nestle on the balcony for an early morning espresso in the sun (I promise it was sunny right here! ๐) and you notice that I have clearly kissed the memo that crotchless bodysuit = definitely visible everything beneath the very thin veil of sheer nylon. So, Whatcha do? ๐ค a) ask me why I canโt dress myself like a proper adult, probably make me pay for the espresso too ๐; b) say nothing and pretend you donโt notice ๐ offer a foot massage so youโre on the right eyeline; c) take off the tights, theyโre in the way; or d) all of the above, impressing me with complete confusion ๐ e) a different reaction?