"We look like a bunch of teenagers playing spy kids," Harper said nagging about the hoodie and sunglasses I made us wear for disguise.
"Brittany might recognize us in case she came in before us. We need this disguise." I hissed at her.
"This is a bad idea, we will rather look suspicious if we are both wearing sunglasses and hoodie. It's a hot summer afternoon" She took off her sunglasses and the hoodie leaving only a black tank top on.
She folded the hoodie into her big channel handbag that was on the car seat of the Uber we are riding in.
Harper boobs are now on display, but it seems it doesn't bother her much.
Harper has a curvaceous banding body she inherited from her Latino mother, and she is very bold in displaying them in revealing clothes for the leering of perverted men.
She let out a breath. "I can finally breathe."
She has a point. We will look weird. I let her be.
But I kept my hoodie and sunglasses on.
