hereiwasreadymade
âThat is the plan.â Theyâd arrive at the restaurant shortly. He tried to wrack his brains for what they could do after. Walk in the park? He hadnât been on a proper date in ages. What if things had changed? âSleep? Read. Actually get to ride my motorcycle. Travel.â Try not to get killed for being a double-agent. âThatâs the downside of a job you canât talk about. Everything else you talk about sounds boring.Itâs very distracting in conversation.â
âSleep is always nice. Â My boss is crazy...I donât usually get much sleep because sheâs going to call or text me in the middle of the night--or your sister--and demand something to be done at that moment or in the morning.â Â She smiled at the absurdity of it, shaking her head. Â âWhere do you travel to, then, if weâre not supposed to talk about your job?â Â To her, his job seemed frustrating. Â She imagined him having to tail a celebrity as their bodyguard. Â It might be glamorous--or it might not. Â She had absolutely no idea that it was far from the truth.











