054: The things about taking boudoir photos_1

Rae Bennett leaned on the car window, shouting loudly, "Wyatt Wright!"

Wyatt Wright looked up, towards the direction of the voice. The lighting wasn't bright enough, and he could only vaguely see a head, frantically trying to squeeze through the window.

The car came closer and pulled over to the side.

Wyatt Wright could see who the head belonged to.

The wind blew her hair into disarray, and she was smiling brightly, "What a coincidence."

Wyatt's gaze lingered on her face for a few seconds before shifting to the driver's seat.

Juan Morris's face was quite well-known in Osla, he reached up to block his face, pretending to scratch an itch on his forehead.

There was no need to see the face, knowing the gender was enough.

This is how Rae introduced him: "He's a classmate I'm not very close with."

The not-so-close classmate: "...Didn't we agree to make Wyatt Wright jealous? Rae is really chicken."

Twenty years of "grandfather-grandchild affection" went to the dogs.