Circe and I enjoyed a fresh, youthful date after a long time.
A man and woman in school uniforms, holding hands as they walk down the street enjoying each other company.
The witches gave us curious smirks as they looked our way.
Not only Circe but also me, the only man around, naturally drew attention.
With both of us together, eyes were bound to follow.
Every time she felt those gazes, Circe's face turned bright red.
But my wife, not letting go of my hand, was just too cute.
"Ugh… won't the kids think I'm ridiculous? It's been 300 years since I wore a uniform…"
"It's fine. You look amazing in it. You could pass for a high school girl right now."
"Pfft! My husband's so blinded by love for me, it's a problem."
"I'm just stating objective facts like a scholar." I said with a smile.
Circe in her uniform genuinely looked stunningly natural and beautiful.
Long-lived species like witches have their bodies frozen at their prime for almost their rest of the life.
