Celeste had that naturally sweet and fresh look. Just a touch of makeup, plus her petite frame, made the oversized high school uniform oddly fitting-she genuinely looked like a teenager at first glance.
Ethan, on the other hand, was a whole different story. Standing at six-foot-two, he looked like he barely squeezed into the biggest size uniform they had. The T-shirt stretched tight across his muscles, and his sneakers showed a glimpse of bare ankle just above them.
"Pfft-" Mr. Foster burst out laughing, nearly spitting out his drink. Even Celeste couldn't hold back and blurted out, "You don't look like a student at all-you look like you're dressed for some after-hours teacher-student roleplay. Might as well just head to White Horse Club."
After-hours roleplay...
Ethan's calm
