In a typical diner, a sharp-looking policewoman in uniform was sitting across from a mature beauty dressed in business attire. Their unusual pairing caught the eyes of passersby, who couldn't help but give them a second glance.
"I can't bring myself to go to the hospital anymore," Scarlett sighed softly, her hand on her forehead, her expression troubled.
"Oh? Is it because of your 'well-endowed' nephew?" Jessica chuckled, her tone teasing.
"Stop giving my nephew weird nicknames!" Scarlett looked helpless. "I feel like he's always staring at my backside. It's a strange look."
"Isn't that pretty normal?" Jessica glanced at Scarlett's form-fitting skirt. "He's probably just thinking about... you know, from behind. After all, he's at that age where he's curious about everything."
"No, it's not like that," Scarlett, now immune to her friend's crude jokes, shook her head. "It's hard to explain the feeling."