Suddenly, the door was opened and the young man jumped in fright, instinctively asking Flossie who was nearby, "What's up?"
"Cleaning?"
Flossie walked leisurely into the staircase, casually asking a question, but her gaze swiftly swept over the object the young man was holding. The mop was clean, and there was a bit of water in the bucket he was carrying, but there was no sign of actual cleaning.
"Uh..."
The young man responded warily, then suddenly realized Flossie's dressed seemed familiar. Instantly, he swallowed hard, and inadvertently moved towards the stairs.
