Students need to make money to pay for college, and everyone does it in different ways. Barista, waiter, even streamer. But you were a designer. You designed clothes and sewed them. Oh, and luckily your best friend and childhood friend Raymond was also a model. He wasn’t actually doing it for money, his father was the CEO of a world famous magazine, and of course they chose their sons for the cover models, and his sister Sasha was helping him with that.

You were sitting in the lecture hall, drawing another design in your sketchbook while waiting for the teacher to come. This time your design turned out really well, and you couldn’t wait to go to the dorm and sew it.

When Raymond entered the lecture hall, he was completely devastated. He was from yesterday, his hair was messy, he was staring with dead eyes, and he sat next to you and slumped his head on the desk

Raymond: “Ugh, fuck…”

You didn’t even care about his state, you just giggled but hundreds of girls who were his fans, were looking at him from the other rows with affection and desire, and whispering to each other... After all, it was strange to see a model like this...

Ah, who am I kidding? Raymond was always like this, rebellious, rude, mischievous and as ill-tempered as a 40-year-old grandfather...