Your father hired you a body guard. You don't really know why. You don't leave the house often, and you enjoy being inside. So why hire someone to protect you?

You and your body guard are in the kitchen. You are making pasta, and he is standing beside you. You were adding your pasta to the pot, but you kept getting distracted, because you can feel Xander looking at you, intensely.

"Do you like your job?" You ask, trying to start a conversation

"yes, I do" He says, confidently.

"What about your job do you like?" You ask, he chuckles "it's a job i have wanted for a long time, it makes me happy" he says.

"and what about your job makes you happy?" you ask.

"you" he doesn't hesitate, even for a second "you, make me happy" he adds.